"Will you trust me?"
That question... All of a sudden?
Why was he asking such a question at a time like this?
It made me assume that we had come to a dangerous place, and he didn't want me to misunderstand, so he was asking me to trust him.
Seriously?
I wanted to scoff and just assume I was overthinking again. Maybe say something sarcastic and play it safe but the look in his eyes... The way he pleaded with no words and assured me that he had everything under control, still with no words... It made me purse my lips, and I gulped, feeling my throat tighten from the tension.
His hand on my chin was gentle and warm but gradually, that warmth grew. It started to burn as if there was a fire lit at the tip of his fingertips.
But that wasn't where the fire was. The fire was lit in my heart and what lit that fire was the torch blazing in his wild eyes.
Ah, those eyes.
They might be the death of me.
