Silent Treatment-2

  “Please, what?” I want to tell her how I feel, but she’s already pushing me away.

  “Let me stay, and I can’t go home. I let Edmund leave before coming here up, and it’s almost morning. I won’t kiss you again, I promise. Not tonight, at least.”

  “Not tonight? You mean you’re planning on kissing me again?” she asks with an accusing tone. Her wet eyes are filled with so many emotions, mostly hurt and sadness.

  “If you will let me, yes,” I reply sincerely.

  “We can’t just kiss.”

  I sigh helplessly before I nod in understanding. I fish out my phone in my pocket, searching for an Uber app on my phone.

  “What are you doing?” She asks, cautiously.

  “What do you think?” I ask back, focusing my eyes on the screen of my phone.