"I do. I do believe you." He cuts me off. "I'm sorry for accusing you I just, I don't know. At the time I thought it made sense."
"Don't apologise. I deserved your outburst guilty or not. I deserved a lot more than that." I excuse honestly.
"Why do you have to make this so hard?" He groans.
"Sorry?" I ask.
"You. You're making this difficult."
"I didn't mean-"
"That right there. Quit being a gentleman. You are making it so hard to hate you right now."
"I-"
I get cut off by his lips on mine. His hands hold onto either side of my face as he roughly kisses me. I close my eyes and let him lead. He falls into my lap and I wrap my hand around him and hold his hips.