Hazel Eyes
- Leituras 373
- Votos 3
- Capítulos 1
⚠I rewrote the story so start from the beginning, thanks for reading!⚠
"I'm never leaving." I looked down feeling the tears starting to well in my eyes. "I wish you'd stop lying to me." I heard a sigh and his hand grabbed mine. "Look at me.", his free hand grabbed my chin softly. His green hazel eyes sparkled when they met mine. "I wish you'd stop assuming I'm like every other guy you've been with. I am in love with you and I have no intention on leaving you princess." Hearing him say those words made me shutter. "Promise me." He placed his lips on my forehead and whispered in my ear, "I promise."
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