"Why have you been so afraid of me lately? Why do you always want to avoid me?" Atlas Hallow played with her small foot in his palm, his magnetic voice slipping through his thin lips, dissipating into the warm air.
Charlotte Miller bit her lip, her clear black-and-white eyes meeting his gaze, yet she couldn't say anything.
How could she explain?
Tell him she was angry at him, so she didn't want him close, but he had already compromised.
Tell him she might be growing more fond of him, so she was afraid of getting deeper into it, that seemed even more inappropriate.
So her excuse was the most legitimate: "Being too intimate right now might not be good."
She admired her own cleverness, but subtly felt the darkness in Atlas's eyes deepen.
He should believe her, right? After all, she was speaking the truth.
"And what else?" His fingers gently slid along her foot arch, making Charlotte's body twitch sensitively. She giggled uncontrollably, it was so ticklish...
