His hands continued to grab my face, subtle, soft, but I didn't allow him to stun me any more than he already did. I walked away, backed away with unshed tears in my eyes. He couldn't play good and bad at the same time, he had no right to handle me at will, sweeten me, and then knock me out with a bitter blow.

"What's your game, Ismail?" I spat hotly. You're clearly lying to me, I'm not stupid.

"Exactly, that's exactly what I like so much about you" he shortened the distance imposed by my trembling self. His imposingness vanished the rigidity with which I tried to face him. And because you are not stupid, then you will know that I am being sincere, that I love you with the same intensity as before, perhaps more than you could have imagined. I'm determined to get you back; do you understand me?

My breath hitched; he was closer than my poor heart was beating in my chest. I tried to catch a breath, he stamped his lips on mine, a touch as clear as the blushes on my hot cheeks. When Isaac