2.37- Can't Love Me

His eyes met hers for a long moment, changing color as he thought about it.

"I'm not going to let it happen."

"What if it already happened?"

But he was moving away from her. Not physically, but emotionally. She could see it in the tightening of his expression, the tension in his shoulders. This is a battle she cannot win.

Childhood shapes you in ways, sometimes irreparably. As a young boy, Victor had seen too much and felt too much in his heart, so he closed it little by little, and there was nothing she could do about it. Not if he dares to try.

"You were right from the beginning." He said calmly. "Having sex complicates things unnecessarily. If I knew sleeping together would make you believe you loved me, I wouldn't—

She cursed under her breath, interrupting him. "I don't believe I feel it, I do feel it. It's fact, not fiction. As far as allowing us to sleep together, I don't think either of us can stop it from happening. Like I can't help loving you. Honestly, Victor, I wonder