Con Artist| 60

“Theo,” I repeated angrily and took a step back. “What are you doing here?” He opened his mouth to answer and I shook my head. “As a matter of fact, don’t say anything. I’m leaving,” I said as I turned around and he grabbed me by my arm and I gasped feeling my heart violently beat against my chest. 

“Xania, please,” he said softly and I told myself I wouldn’t cave in but I did. Here I am sitting in front of him with my arms folded against my chest glaring at the man I once loved, a love that only brought despair. “Stare at me any harder, your daggers might pierce me,” he joked and I huffed rolling my eyes. 

Fuck that accent that made me weak in the knees even when I’m seated. I looked at him again and noticed he had grown his hair longer and it was shoulder-length, he had also grown out a beard and he looked irresistibly fucking hot. What am I think