Kapitel 60: Chapter 21: The Question

Camila Almada's POV

No, it cannot be. He did not mean that. I was sure of that. But then again, his facial expression was one to hold for. In all his naked glory as he was still inside of me, he was popping the question that I have been waiting for. Or maybe I just wanted him to confess first.

"What?" I asked him as I was popping onto my elbows as I went to close the gap that we have between us. He gulped as I was looking at him in all seriousness.

"It's nothing. nothing—I just spurred it out," he stammered as he was about to turn away from me. I held his chin before he can go any further.

"Do you mean it?" I asked him in a whisper but he did hear it alright. He looked at me as if I was a fragile thing and I hated it when he thought me like that.

"I—"

"Enough. Just answer the question. No more excuses," I said as I was boring my gaze into his. He looked at me with all the emotions that he can muster in his wake.

Desire, Lust, Frustration, Love.