EIGHTY

Third person’s POV

He had a lot on his mind, there was so much he wanted to say, yet he found he couldn’t say them without confusing himself more, without making the situation irrefutably awkward. He wanted to talk about the fact that she never laughed when she was around him yet she so easily laughed with that boy earlier, he wanted to tell her that he was very much willing to severe his ties with Layla just so she would be okay. But why? Why was he so bothered by it all? Why was he so upset?

He stared down at her, stared down at her face, her slightly parted lips an unintentional invite on her part. His gaze returned to her teary eyes momentarily before he found himself leaning in and capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. He poured out all the frustration within, poured out all the confusion, poured out everything. He kissed her with so much possessiveness that he never wanted to let go of her at the moment, he kissed her until she was breathless and panting.

And when he fina