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Iris

I'm utterly consumed by his enchanting dark browns, drowning in their shimmering darkness. Tearing my eyes from him seems impossible...

I'm taken back to two years ago. The way he used to look at me with pure love. The way he used to hold me in a possessive yet delicate manner. The way he made me feel like I'm the safest when I am in his arms. The way I was falling helplessly for him... But it was all fake. None of it was true.

Just when I was about to push him away and free myself from his hold, he narrows the gap between us and sticks my body to his. He drives his hands further up my back, sending electric waves through my body.

"Remember our first kiss, baby?", he whispers.

No. Don't.

"Remember our first date?", he carries on. I avoid his eyes to not show any fugitive emotion, but he grabs my chin and tilts my head to make me face him again.

He searches my face for any kind of emotion, any mere reaction... He finds none. Nothing. I mastered my poker face long before I came back.

"Remember our mornings together, baby? The way you clung to me, yearning for my warmth?", he adds, an inch standing in the way between his lips and mine. "Remember us, baby?"

Once I stepped foot in Italy, I decided to throw everything behind me. I locked our memories in the dusty forgotten corners of my mind and kept them there. Yet, my heart didn't.

I knew at some point when I came back, that I'm going to see him. I thought that I wouldn't react to him the way I am now. I was mistaken. My feelings might not be on display, but my heart is racing for him. Only him.

The longer I stare into his eyes, the more I remember. These eyes are the same eyes that gleamed with admiration, the same eyes that showed love, and the same eyes that made me feel worthless.

Yet he has the audacity to stand in front of me and make me feel like I'm the one at fault. No. Not gonna happen.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I got some memories about these things, but not with you", I state and break away from his hold.

I turn to leave, and I haven't even crossed afoot when he pulls me back into his arms. He's getting on my nerves.

"You want me to believe that you have someone new in your life when your heart still thrums for me... I decoded your facade. You can lie to everyone all you want, but I can read you like an open book...", he pauses for a second before adding, "Señorita."

How did he know I was in Italy?

"I told you, baby. Nobody else knows you like I do", he smirks and I wish I could slap that smirk off his face.

"See, that's where you're mistaken. You know the old me, and only the sides that I wanted to show you... But you don't know who I am now."

"You can hide, baby, but you can't escape. You belong to me", he hisses and a shiver rolls down my spine. His confidence though...

"You wish."

"Dating or not... You're still mine."

"I'm not yours."