Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Grace's P.O.V.

I slowly turned around to face him. His burnt chocolate eyes penetrating my soul as they were filled with worry, but...I couldn't hold eye contact...

"Nothing..." I whispered.

He half smiled, "I know when your lying."

I forced myself to look into his eyes only to be fixed in a trance by his charcoal irises, loosing all sense of reality, my mind wandered.

I was deeply in love with him.

Why hadn't I realised this? Why did it need to be prompted? How had I been ignoring it? I felt like I had an open wound to my heart, he was a saint, an angel, he was the most kind hearted, generously giving man, he was everything I had ever wished for in my life, he was making and has made all my wishes come true, he was treating me like a queen, never layed a finger on me or ever said a bad word towards me, he stuck up for me, he showed me off, the way he stares at me, the way he's so playfully innocent yet devilishly flirty...

Why was I thinking like this?
Why was I so frightened?
Why did I hate that I loved him?

"Grace?" I heard his soft whisper, I was still staring into his eyes, only this time my vision was blurred as salty tears were emerging and trickling down my face.

"Please tell me what's wrong..." he quietly begged.

I shook my head slightly, backing away from his grip, "I-I'm sorry...I need a moment..."

I began to run, running from his bedroom, I heard him calling me and his footsteps behind me but I just kept running, I ran outside, I ran until I could no longer see the house.