040. Need For Protection

Donald's POV

She wasn't drunk yet she fell asleep a minute after I started driving. What a witty sleeper.

I couldn't have been wrong. The face on her when she yelled at me... Does it imply she like me or those tantrums were about the termination of her engagement?

'Confess to me that you like me!' I recalled her outburst. A peal of huge laughter ruminates in my belly. I couldn't hold myself but laugh at her pale face. It was as though she hasn't been sleeping since the day she left.

Sitting on the couch and watching her this closely, I couldn't resist but touch her... That face always displays her buoyancy. Those eyes couldn't let down but gleam at me. Those lips that always call for me every time she opened them to rave.

I wish I could have another taste... now and then. My hand trailed on them irresistibly. Pity for me, she was no longer a hope of me but now for Ezio De' Sandro!

'If I will choose. It's you... I will choose you...over and over... and over without thinking twice!