Shaking my head, I got off the bed and ran after him. He didn’t even make it down the stairs because I grabbed his arm and pulled him back. He turned his attention to me and I wrapped my arms around him.
“I’m sorry, Alias.” She said. “I can’t help the way I feel, though. I’m in love with you and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
He didn’t say anything to me, but I knew he was listening. His arms wrapped around me, moments later, then he guided me over to the wall. I glanced up at him, waiting for him to say something.
“Just don’t expect me to say it.” He said.
“I’m not asking you to. I just want you to accept that someone is willing to show and tell you how they feel.”
He leaned down, kissing me again.
“Can we do it again?” I asked him.
“I’m not going to want to stop this time.
