51|space between us

Liana Moore

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He was making it harder for us. With him holding me under his built physique. His hands wrapped on my back with no sign that he was to let go. I couldn't leave him.

I wanted to get out of his life. I was good at walking away, and the history with my family was evident.

But he was different. Though it broke me, a part of me wanted him so badly. I was fighting between letting him go and holding on a little. To give us another chance, but I was scared.

Tears cascaded down my cheeks. I was to ruin his suit if he was not to let me go, but he wasn't.

I missed him so badly, but it scared me to go back to where we came from.

"Let me go, please." I sobbed. "Oliver,"

"No." He murmured in my ear. His voice was broken. "Don't tell me to let you go. I won't."

"We can't do this–"

"I can." The movement of his lips against my skin brought tickles all over my body. "I can do it. I will do it. Let me love you. I won't ask for your love. Liana, just let me love you. I can do that."