Selena's POV. There was a noticable silence in the gardens when he was done speaking, one that hung over us, thick and uncomfortable and so unlike the comfortable silences we usually settled into after we had sex or just when neither of us had nothing to say and I wanted to rest in his arms. I wish we could go back to that, when I still thought he was serious about me, when I let my heart skip multiple beats because of him, when I smiled freely with him, when I'd moan at his touch and he'd crave mine too. I missed him so damn much but I couldn't open up to him again, I couldn't run back to him. In fact I shouldn't even be thinking of speaking to him right now, I should shake off his hand and storm off, I should continue to shut him out and ignore him the way I've been doing all this while. But a small corner of my brain firmly rebelled against the idea, it protested, another part of me wanted me to explain, maybe he'd give an explanation for what he said, maybe there was a reason,
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