Peter, what are you talking about? He frowns, though the concern doesn't leave his handsome features. You know you can tell me anything, darling.
Don't call me that, Gina," I shake my head again and again, sniffling rapidly through my nose. That song...
Was it too much for you? He grimaces in displeasure, which immediately knots my stomach. I'm sorry about that, Pete. I knew you weren't liking it because your face...
I didn't like it... I loved the song," I snort, feeling exasperated by all the emotions welling up inside me. That's not why I feel this way, little girl.
Then what is it? He hasn't come near me again, though I can clearly see the longing in his features to do so. Tell me, Peter. I swear you're killing me with anguish right now.
I don't want to cause you any more heartac
