"I told you I don't share. Not when it comes to you." My eyes burned into hers. "I don't give a fuck if he's a multimillionaire and plastered on every magazine in the world. He could be the King of fucking England, but he'll never give you what I'm willing to give you."
The goosebumps multiplied. "What's that?" She asked.
"Everything." I closed the distance between us until our mouths were only centimeters apart. stood my ground, but the electricity from earlier returned in full force and buzzed through my veins. There were a handful of other people on the side- walk. They weren't close enough to hear us, but it didn't matter anyway. The rest of the world didn't exist when she was near me. "My heart. My soul. My dignity. What do you want me to do, Lily?" voice splintered into something jagged and painful. "Do you want me to fucking beg? Say the word, and I'll be on my knees."
Moisture gathered behind her eyes. She shook her head. Finally making our lips meet.
