She sits upright, and when her gaze meet mine, panic and something else whirls in the depths of the mesmerizing blue. I hate that look. I want to erase it so that it’s not her first reaction to me. It’s been more than a month and she still considers me the villain she painted me as that first time. While I didn’t give a fuck about her labels at the beginning, I now want her to let her guard down when around me, without me having to touch her sexually.
