Finally, the kiss came to an end. He held her face, resting his forehead against hers as he murmured, "Please don't say you don't love me, okay..."
Slap!
Her response was a raised hand delivering a slap.
"Kyle Kinston, is force the only thing you know? Do you think everything should happen just because you want it to? Back then, you wanted love, so love was a necessity; you decided you didn't want it anymore, so love ended. You wanted the child gone, so the child had to be gone... and I was just your puppet, right? Controlled in body and emotion?" she said harshly, her lips throbbing with a burning sensation. What disturbed her more was... when he kissed her just now, her heart beat so wildly. Could it be that she still...?
Mabel Quinn, do you really want to relive that pain? she told herself in her mind.
This slap was not light, and even her palm retained a stinging sensation.
