"Now sweetheart, tell me if it was really a mistake? Because I would say different." He said as he was the one breaking the kiss.
I'm still in dazed that I did not get his question.
"I'm loving your reaction, sweetheart." He teased as I get hold of myself.
"Jacob." I said.
"Jacob." He repeated then he chuckled, "I like the way you say my name; it always reminds me that night."
"Why are you digging up the past?" I asked because I'm still embarrassed.
"The past that you are afraid of." He looked at my eyes at that.
Yes, it scares me because you never leave my mind even once. But I just stared at him instead of saying those.
"Did you even think what my reaction was when I woke up?"
"Did you even think that I was looking for you like crazy?"
"Crazy?" I repeated his last word.
"Yes!
