Chapter # 63

“Please stay tonight, Denzel,”

I didn’t know about him but my body was heated, my mind was intoxicated, my breaths were unstable with the urge to be connected with him only.

He was staggered, staring at me in a hint of hesitation. I held onto his hands firmly with desperation creeping on my face.

“Don’t go,”

“Eliana…”

Licking his lips nervously, he pulled hands away from mine slightly. The fire in body grew but he held an apologetic face.

“Please don’t say this,” He whispered.

“Why?”

Bringing my hands closer to his lips so he could kiss my knuckles, increasing my hopelessness.

“Seeing this bed already is devastating for me, to fathom what he must have done to you. It is already painful,” He murmured.

“And that is exactly why I want you to stay.”

Leaving our hands as I ended up gripping his shirt firmly, pulling him forward into me.

My eyes were pleading with him to stay while he wanted to leave.

“Weren’t your body in pain?”

“Not anymore when you are here,”

Taking a step closer