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"Why on earth would I stalk you?" He cocks a brow at me.
This cocky fucker.
"How would I know?" This conversation is getting nowhere. It only exhausted and annoyed me.
"You should have checked the road properly before exhibiting the act...
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Weston is staring at me with the most stunned face I've ever seen on him.
"But I thought you were—" He starts, but I shook my head to cut him off.
"No." I interlock our fingers, then look down at my bare laps.
"I was hurt and.....sad." I bring my eyes up at him to find an incredible amount of concern and surprise still laying on his features.
I shift my gaze away from him. "But I was never mad at you Weston." He brings his hands up to my chin, softly using his fingers to bring my face back to his.
"I don't understand." Weston's brows furrows, deepening his confusion.
"I hurt you Skylar and it's okay to be mad at me." He adds.
"Why should I be?" The question takes him aback. But the look in his eyes holds so much hurt in them.
"When you left me—" I swallow down any more tears that was threatening to come back, "—the demons that I thought I had overcome, all came back like they never left." He squeezed my hand and shut his eyes.
He's blaming himself.
"I'm sorry." His voice turns raspy and I find it extremely sexy. Not now Skylar.
"I'm sorry Skylar." I shook my head and hold his hands more tightly in a form of reassurance.
"Hey." I call out in rush and touch Weston's face, which makes him open his eyes. Tears shines in his eyes and he looks like he's fighting them back.
"I know." My voice soften and I feel my own eyes welling up.
Fuck!
I hate crying, but I can't help it.
Weston looks so broken and the same is his voice. It makes me wonder if there's more to this, than him just leaving me.
"I'm really sorry Skylar." Weston apologise for the millionth time. I travel my hands back to his neck, bringing his face to the crook of my neck.
"It's okay." I have no idea why Weston is hurting this much. It's almost as if he's hurting more than me.
"No it's not." He retorts in a deep voice—?one of my favourite sound from him.
Weston's warm breath is hitting my skin. I rest my chin on his head, while my fingers mindlessly play with the rings on his fingers.
"I hurt you and that is not okay." He raised his head up to look at me.
"Is this a prank?" I tilt my head slightly at him, feeling the corners of my lips rise into a smile.
