22 ◆ Not Meant To Be ◆

◇ KEL ◇

He tilted his head to stare at my face again, his tone close to pleading.  A glimmer in his beautiful eyes held my attention. His long lashes emphasized his squint before he glanced away and sniveled.

Was he crying now?  Shucks.  

In just seconds, my hands already felt drenched in sweat.  "Fine. Just get off your knees."  I looked away, my hands and armpits sweating profusely, not because of his heartwarming gesture but because of his tight grip on my hand when I helped him up.  

For a moment, it felt like he didn't want to let go of me.   "I need to hear it."

Hear what?  That I already forgave him?  Did he see me as a vindictive person?  "I said 'fine', Enzo."

"Really?" he murmured.

Clearly he'd never stop begging until I said yes.  He even leaned in to force a