He was standing in front of her, arms crossed and jaw clenched tight. "What do you want?" His voice was dull, expressionless. She took a sip of her coffee and glanced up at him, stalling. The hot liquid seared her throat but she didn't seem to care. All she could notice was the way he kept his eyes on hers and how they expressed what his tone didn't. He often forgot that his eyes spoke what it was he wanted to hide. "I want you to want me," she said cautiously. His eyes changed from a murky blue to a stormy grey. "You have no idea how much I do."Todos los derechos reservados
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