"I didn't want to... I just..." he mumbled, his eyes filled with remorse and grief. But I saw through the facade. I felt hurt and disgusted, my heart heavy with the weight of his betrayal.
"You what, huh?... You couldn't help yourself. You slept with another girl after telling me you liked me," I spat, my voice venomous. "And perhaps in this short period of time, I happened to like you back. But what's the point of us arguing if you were never mine and I was never yours?"
He glanced at me with his dark brown eyes, which seemed to bore into my soul. His lips parted, revealing a hint of desperation. "I know for a fact I don't deserve you, and I never will deserve you. I know that there's no excuse to cover up what I did, and there are no words to even begin to say I'm sorry."
His voice cracked, and for a moment, I saw a glimmer of vulnerability. But it was quickly replaced by a fierce intensity. "But believe me when I say I really, really like you, . I've never in my life confessed to a girl that I love her, let alone try to make her understand."
He took a step closer, his eyes burning with desire. "One thing I know about me is that I never lie. Testimony: when you walked through that door, I was depressed as hell. I was thinking of all ways to end my life because I hated it, but the moment you walked in, a huge burden was lifted off my shoulders."
His voice dropped to a whisper, . "When our hands touched, my heart skipped a beat, and in that moment, I was hypnotized and madly in... I was madly in love with you."
I felt a spark of desire ignite within me, despite the anger and hurt still simmering. His eyes seemed to see right through me, to the very soul of me.
"I like you," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I want you, and I'll do whatever it takes to make you mine."
His gaze locked onto mine, intense and unyielding. I felt a magnetic pull toward him, as if I couldn't move away even if I wanted to.
I knew I should put distance between us, but I couldn't. Something about him demanded my attention, and I felt trapped in the weight of his presence.
As we stood there, the air thick with tension, my resolve wavered. I knew I was stepping into dangerous territory, but I couldn't look away. I was drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.
When we finally pulled apart, gasping slightly, I realized just how deeply I'd fallen into his orbit. His presence lingered, overwhelming and inescapable, and I knew—I was caught.
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