Kamrynn's POV
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he continued, his voice trembling with intensity. “Your crystal blue eyes, your pink kissable lips, your intoxicating scent—it’s like a drug. I can’t pretend I don’t want you anymore.”
“Kyven, stop this,” I said firmly. “You’re drunk. You’ll regret this tomorrow.”
“I won’t,” he said, his voice resolute. “What do I have to do, Kamrynn? What will it take to prove I’m serious? Tell me where I’m lacking, and I’ll fix it. Just stop treating me like a child.”
“It’s not about you,” I said, my tone softening. “It’s not your age or your looks. There’s nothing wrong with you, Kyven.”
“Then what is it?” he asked, his voice breaking. “Why can’t you just give me a chance?”
“Because I’m the problem,” I admitted, my eyes stinging. “I’m not fit for y
