Sequel to 'Choices'.
When he said, "It's no where near enough-" he really did mean it after all.
Hardin Scott has held a stunning record at breaking hearts, especially when he is served Theresa Young's.
Bleeding in love, Tessa has concluded that pe...
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Hardin gulps in a large sip of water to cool down his- culinary accident as I prop my head on my hand, waiting patiently for him to finish and give me the answer.
After a minute, when he normalises, he takes another bite, chewing it carelessly.
"Because I knew you had been on the pill since the first night I touched you, since you must have thought that babies are made by fingering."
He speaks so seriously that I don't even realise that he's making fun of me until after a few seconds.
I stare at him blankly, twisting my lips to prevent a smile. But when I hit him with the salt holder, he laughs out boyishly, infecting me too.
He continues eating with the dimple resting on his cheek, his eyes glued to his plate. Half an hour ago, we were fighting-
no, he was picking a forced fight with me.
Now he's laughing. We're laughing. I wonder if he really thinks my inclusion in his life, an interference.
Nothing in my life is yours.
The bigger possibility is that he was thinking of the bad parts when he said it, but it still hurt. Because when I loved him, I loved all of him.
Making someone part of their beauties is easy. When he has the faith to make me a part of the ugliness, that's when I'll say that our story is fulfilled.
"Hardin."
"Mhm?"
"Would we lose if the witness doesn't agree?" I ask, dreadfully.
Hardin pauses eating to look up at me, his smile setting in a straight line.
"We're not losing. I don't have Brit's fate resting on the word of a stranger. I was just- annoyed that something like this would happen."
He holds my hand, running his thumb over my knuckles.
"Brit's and yours. How long are you going to pretend that this does not affect you?" I ask.
Hardin swallows and leaves my hand, returning to his plate.
"Finish it." He states, clearly closing the topic.
I look down at my plate, playing with the chicken pieces, lost in my thoughts.
I don't know how to crack open this shell of his. And I knew it would only fester itself deeper.
"Preston told me about the pill." He speaks through the silence.
I look up, to find a small smile plastered on his face. I seriously can't keep up with this person's head.
