Without a Choice
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Last published Thu, Aug 6, 2020
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"Give me a chance, Camellia" he whispered in her ear softly while swaying their bodies effortlessly with the music.
"Im done playing games, I know what I want and I want you.. Us! " He urges giving her waist a little squeeze.
She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. Everything she believed it was gone is now coming back again. Her feelings for this man are surfacing.
"No Ares.." she replies drily looking him in the eyes.
"You hurt me in so many ways.. I cant let you get anywhere near my heart." She murmurs in disappointment.
"Oh baby but your heart is my greatest treasure.. and I payed the price for what I did.. I love you and Im not gonna hide it anymore" He murmurs softly, kissing the corner of her lips.
Did he just say the famous 3 words like that?.. so effortlessly and without any hesitation?!..
Camellia kept staring at him, eyes sparkling and lips put in a cute frown. He held her gaze and a smile showed up on his beautiful face. First smile in too long anyone would say.
"If you're waiting for I love you too, then Im sorry to tell you but you're not getting one Ares" she murmurs almost guiltily.
"No princess , Im not.. at least not now.. but what Im waiting for is a chance, love.. can you give me that?" He urges her and tightens his arm around her, bringing their faces closer.
His fragrance invades her senses and his breath tickles her lips playfully. Eyes watching her intensely.
He's not even trying to hide his nervousness from her, not anymore. He takes her hand and places it on his heart, her eyes leaves his and drops to where her hand is.
"Can you feel that, love?!.. it's beating so hard and it's beating for you.. waiting for you to say a simple yes or no.. this is how vulnerable my love for you made me and this is why I dont want any bullshit anymore.. I want us together!" He whispers in her ear, placing another kiss on her neck.
"Ares I.." She whimpers trying to calm her crazily beating heart.
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