“That’s why we have to end this before I fall harder and can’t recover.”
Dorian’s gaze was burning into me. I prayed he understood what I was feeling. That pitter-patter in my heart kicked up when he stood and slowly walked over toward me, his face mere inches away from mine.
“I’m not letting you go,” he stated, and I didn’t know what to say.
“Dorian, I can’t do this with you. It’ll break me…I know it.” I was pleading with him to understand, but his hands wrapped themselves around my waist, and his breath caressed my cheeks. This was too much.
“Please do the right thing and let me go.”
One more plea, one more chance for fate to change course.
“I’m not letting you go,” he whispered.
The moment before his lips touched mine, a sense of foreshadowing settled in my gut. Things would not end well for us. I knew it deep inside, like a knowledge I was born with. As he finally kissed me, hope replaced that dread. I may not be able to work a miracle with Dorian’s heart, but if my own saw him worthy, then I guess I would go down in flames trying to prove it right.
