HE'S to blame too

Seconds ticked by turning to minutes and we're still here staring at each other breathing in each other's space. Well, since he's not going to say anything I will cos I have a lot to tell him, especially about yesterday.

" Why? Why are you doing this?" My voice sounded weak, pained. I didn't mean to sound like that but he surprised me. The feeling of standing this close to him but unable to make contact overwhelmed me.

Those blue orbs were still on me in scrutiny" Do what? Marrying you?" Hate. Conspicuous hate permeated his responses. It didn't go unnoticed by me.

I blinked twice before answering him. His cold voice startled me. Did he love me at all? " I... " He raises a brow bringing his hands out of his pant pockets.

" Like you, I don't have a choice. Are you scared? You always run when you're scared" he's taunting me I can tell with the twinkling of his eyes and his blue eyes seemed darker. A habit of his I presume.