Too Much For Mr. Ootori?

Matters of the Heart

        I broke away from the kiss and gazed longingly into his fiery eyes.
        "Kyoya, do you care for me? What emotion is controlling your actions?" He was taken aback at her sudden pleading question.
        "Does it matter?" He asked leaning in and kissing my neck. I gently pushed him off and sat upon my bed, thinking.
        "Yes Kyoya, it does matter." Tears stung my eyes, threatening my composer. "I'm sorry, I can't do this." Kyoya looked me in the eyes and studied my features, searching for some sign. Something he could read off of me.
        "Why not? Because I don't love you?" His words stabbed my heart like a twisted, mangled blade.
        "Yes Kyoya, because I am not that sort of woman."
        "Why? Thousands of people do it, commoners and upper class."
        "Kyoya!" I calmed myself before continuing. "I wanted to tease you, not test you. I never meant to go so far, I never thought you would even kiss me. I thought you despised me!" He sat in silence. His mind whirled as he tried to understand her.
        "I — I lost control for a moment, and I'm sorry. Because for one moment, I thought — I thought maybe you didn't hate me, that perhaps we — " I'd kept my mouth shut because I never wanted my heart to break like this. I've never fallen in love — what is happening to me?

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        Kyoya was at a loss. How could he understand her? Who is she? How is she so strong? Why can't he read her?! Everyone else is so simple! He knows everything about everyone he meets! And yet, she's so different. He always gets what he wants, but she won't let him have her.
        "Do you love me?" Kyoya asked. "What does that even mean?" His heart felt heavy for some reason. She looked to him, the sight of her tears streaming down her cheeks pained him.
"Love," she choked, "is when the sight of them makes your heart warm. Their touch makes you feel safe. Their voice is as calming as a lullaby. And they're honest in all that they do." She touched his hand sadly.
"Kyoya, love, is when you can't imagine any happiness in your life without them." She stood and walked away, shaken.
"Love... is this feeling?" He whispered to himself.