Crossing Paths
I pout when I feel his hand leave my cheek. Am I ugly? Oh my! He doesn't want me! "What's stopping you, Rhys? Why won't you kiss me?" I whisper as tears sting the back of my doe-like eyes. "It's not that I don't want to, princess. It's just-" He cuts himself off by running his hand over his five o'clock shadow. "I...