Sixty-Seven: Love.

KAYLA.

“Have you ever wanted to forget something so bad and just completely move on that you decide never to speak of it?” Rafael asked and whilst I looked to him, my brows arched. “Because you’re that desperate to leave it all behind…” He continued.

“That was the reason I never told you about Juliet” My eyes widened, some sort of response to hearing her name. I shouldn’t be this fazed because it was me who asked him of her and between everything Lucien told me, I just wanted to know the truth, or perhaps from his perspective.

“But you still could’ve” I whispered.

“No, listen to me” He parted his lips to speak but I hushed him. “Far more than either of us are pleased to admit, she is somehow that played a huge part in your past. She’s such a huge part of your life and that’s what I want to know” I said.

“I want to know you, I’m tired of spending so much time apart with these million thoughts racing through my head and if it ever came down to it, I’m not still sure I do” I reached out