CYRUS
I said I wasn’t going to come back. I said I was going to stay away from her, I know. But damn it, I couldn’t help myself.
The urge to see her had been so strong that I almost went mad from fighting it. It wasn’t possible to deny. Succumbing to it seemed much more doable than fighting it, so why not go with the simpler option? So I got dressed, left the hotel and came to the bar.
And now I was sitting in front of her.
I didnt know what had prompted me to tell her that she had beautiful eyes. Maybe it was the fact that she was trying her best to come up with a conversation. Maybe it was because her eyes were in fact, beautiful. Or maybe it was because I just couldn’t help myself where she was concerned.
She seemed shocked at first, her eyes wide and all she could do w
