He made this chuffing sound that could have been a single laugh on the verge of tears. “Ruby girl…” It was pathetic, but I pressed my forehead tighter in to him, knowing I had no right to, knowing I shouldn’t because there were a hundred reasons why this was a terrible idea, yet somehow making my grip more possessive, stronger. “Why are we so close together?” “Because.” One of the hands at my waist tightened. “I want to.” I stuttered. “Why?” “Ruby,” was all he said.
