I hadn’t expected Greyson to come to the house. Most especially after I went to some lengths avoiding him, such as hiding behind the couch like a child playing hide and seek just to prevent the confrontation between us from happening. But my efforts were all wasted because it seemed the devil had followed my trail and came straight to my home to confront me.
I swallowed deep and hard as I met his intent gaze. His eyes were the prettiest eyes that I’d ever seen. But sadly, his pretty eyes and handsome face have been the reason for my tears. If only I could command myself to stop loving him, then I would be out of my misery a long time ago. But telling myself to stop my feelings for him was like telling a fish to climb a tree.
Distracted by his eyes, my thoughts scattered in the air. I forced myself to look away, but his eyes held mine captive. For a moment that seemed to last an eternity, I found myself lost in them.