KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL
He caught her wrist gently, pressing her knuckles against his chest, his touch trembling yet firm.
For once, the arrogance in his gaze faltered, replaced by something raw, something broken. His voice cracked as he spoke, each word heavy with regret.
“I love you. I always have. It’s been you — only you — I should have realised sooner...... all these years...... how much I have loved and missed you..... I’m sorry… for everything that happened back then. I should have asked, should have listened, should have believed you. Instead, I ruined it. Again. For the umpteenth time. You can punish me, torture me, hate me for the rest of our lives… but please, come back to me. I need you, baby. I need yo