He placed his hands over mine those were gripping against his hard chest firmly. His skin was burning, it was hot. "Only if you had opened the door, shoved few slaps on my face and threatened me to do something to you, I should have changed my mind." He mewled holding on to me tight.
He was not wrong, providing that if I had tried— TRIED then we could have been together. I knew it right after the moment I met him for the first time, he was moody and vague decision maker. He often made unprofessional decisions ruining his projects those could be big hit. "You know throughout the journey to the airport I wished to see you. Hug you. I know I was wrong but it won't be wrong either to say that you didn't make any efforts to save our relationship. If I was bent on ending us, drawing us apart t
