Mine. All mine.
The words kept repeating in my head like an ominous mantra.
“Sweetheart, are you okay?” He asked, the concern behind his words obvious. His hand rose to stroke my cheek ever so softly.
I startled back. I couldn’t help my reaction.
“You’re scared of me?” He both looked and sounded pained, and that tugged at something in my heart.
“I need time and space to digest all these… revelations,” I admitted sheepishly, averting my eyes to glare at the wall when all I wanted to do was scream in frustration.
“I can give you time, sure,” he nodded at me. “As for space, I can’t guarantee you my cooperation on this one.”
I shifted my glare to his handsome face.
“I beg your pardon?” I bit out.
He held his hands up in surrender. “All I mean is that I don’t want to be apart
