"I don't get it, Arrow, why did you let her do this to you?" he sighed angrily as he sniffed the sense.
When we left the Cafe, he suddenly pulled me and brought me to the garden.
Now I don't have the strength to look at him because I'm afraid he might get angry.
"I'm so-sorry," I stammered.
He looks at me unbelievably. "Why are you saying sorry, my angel?"
He came over and stroked my cheek. I was devastated by what he did but I decided to respond. "S-I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I'm sorry k-because I might still be bothering you."
I stiffened when he punched the wall on which I was leaning. I met his glaring eyes.
"You're not bothering me, Arrow."
It was as if I was out of breath because of my continuous breathing. He's looking at me intently and I can't keep up with those looks.
"P-But if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be fighting Reid," I replied.
But what I said was wrong because his eyes got even angrier. It's getting louder. I feel like any time he will attack me.
I gasped as he locked me in his arms and pressed me against the wall.
"You're always stuttering when it comes to me, when you're talking to me. But with that putanginang Homer you're happy! When they talk to you Filotimo you smile!" My knees were shaking because of what he said.
I wanted to caress his cheek to get the anger out of his eyes, but I had no right to do that. But I was scared.
I could not answer what he said. I just stared into his blue eyes.
"Why? Are you that scared of me? I'm not hurting you, my angel, I will never hurt you. Why if you look at me I look like the worst person in your sight?" he asked.
That's not true. So I stutter because of his melting looks. I don't consider him a bad person. Is it bad ... to stutter when thrilled?
"N-No. I mean, no. I don't think so. Don't stare at me." I averted my eyes from him.
I could even see the frown on his forehead and the confusion on his face.
"Why am I not allowed to look at you ?! If those assholes can, then I can also do it! I should be the only one looking at you!" Confused, I looked at him.
"Why? They said m-mommy--" I swallowed when I met his gaze again. "They said mommy, everyone has eyes and gave us the right to look."
Haysh. I really miss them mommy.
"That's not the point!" I jumped at her sudden scream.
"B-Why are you b-shouting?" I will ask.
"I'm the only one who can stare at you, Arrow, I'm the only one. And I know you're too innocent for this, but you're just mine. I don't give a damn if you're confused, as long as you're mine," he said coldly. He promised.
I was feeling the butterflies in my stomach go crazy at what he said. It's like I keep hearing the word you're just mine.
Mom told me, so did daddy to him. And possessiveness is the call there.
Mommy said it's the case, daddy and I have been greeting them until now so maybe that's okay?
That's right, Froze and I should just greet him because when I fight him, I might not be in the sunshine anymore.
"All right," I replied quickly.
He stared at me as if I had borne two heads.
"Now I'm wondering what's running in that pretty head of yours." He stared at me intently.
I quickly hid my two arms behind my back and then crossed my fingers.
"W-Nothing," I answered shakily.
I squeezed even harder against the wall as he pulled himself closer to me.
"You're doing it again," he said coldly. I was shocked.
"Y-Which one?" Why would he stare like that?
"You're stuttering!" I gasped.
I couldn't help but stutter. Especially when he is near or there.
Dad told me about this before, once I feel it with another man, it means that I'm starting to like that man.
Oh no!
"I'm so-sorry." I bent down to relieve my thoughts.
I need to get out of here, I can't like him!
He was too tall, and it was also impossible for him to like someone like me.
"A-I'm leaving, p-I'm sorry again." I tried to step away but I gasped when he pulled my arm and leaned me against the wall again.
"You're acting like you're ready to get rid of me. Well, try me, Arrow. I'll do something to ease that fear you're feeling when I'm around. When I do this, you don't that can scare me. " I met his melting gaze.
Something? What is it?
The question was answered in my mind when he covered both my cheeks and grabbed my lips.
My eyes widened as he kissed me.
I can feel the butterflies inside my stomach, growling. It was as if I was being burned by the extreme heat of my cheeks.
I closed my eyes and clung to his shoulder when I felt him gently bite my lower lip.
I can't push him, I can't find the strength to push him or stop him.
I don't know what drove me to follow what he was doing. I moved my lips against his soft lips.
I heard him groan with what I did. He gripped my waist tightly, his other hand went up to my neck and pushed my neck even closer to him.
He's kissing me like he can't get enough of me. Is this bad? Am I being a bad girl because I'm liking this?
I should stop him, but I also like what he does.
I looked into his burning eyes as he pulled away from me.
I blushed when he caressed my lip. "You taste so sweet baby. And I'll never get enough of you."