Stain her hands

Olivia waited for his reply, this was important to her. At least if she had to fight for Pedro, then she had to have a valid reason for doing so. There was too much at stake, and being sure where she stood in Pedro's life was crucial to her.

His grip on her face tightened. There was so much doubt and uncertainty in his eyes, his gaze softened as she tried to search for anything that would guarantee her he was hers and no one else.

“I see… at the end of the day… you don't know what you want,” Olivia said, shrugging his hands away and preparing to leave when he grabbed her hand, stopping her from going anywhere. Pedro pulled her back and hugged her from behind. She would rather not stay with him. It was best she left his house and went somewhere else alone. He was indecisive. He didn't know what he wanted.

“Whatever it is, I'm willing to do… But being tied to me… is dangerous,” Pedro muttered, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his hot breath brushing against her skin as a cold