I asked him "what is love?"
He said turning toward me "You."
"Me? I'm love?" I laughed, "what does that suppose to mean?" I asked him.
"Whenever it's about love the only thing I think is you. So for me, love is what you are." He said smiling at me.
"Then tell me. How much do you love me? Can you die for me?" I tilt my head upward him and looked teasingly in his eyes.
He grabbed my face with one hand, and said "No, love. I won't die for you."
"Huh!" I scoffed. "Then, What can you do for me?" I asked him sarcastically.
He pinned me against the wall, clutching my hand with one of his hand while he slipped his other hand in my waist "I won't promise to die for you, but I'm ready to kill anyone, for you. I won't promise not to make you cry, but I will make sure to be the only one to make you cry. I won't say I'm the best person you've ever met but I can be the worst if you want."
He leaned more closer to me, our lips just one inch away from touching, when he whispered "Sorry, I am not a gentleman but I can be YOUR MAN, if you want."
I grabbed his neck with both of my hands and pulled him toward me, more closer. His hungry eyes piercing my eyes looking for answeres. Before I could say anything he pulled my head toward him and kissed me.
After a minute he pulled away and he said "so, Akansa? Will you make me yours. Will you make me the part of your wildest fantasies?"
Every single organ in my body is unable to reject him as if this is what I needed as if this is what I was waiting for.
I kissed him softly as I said "yeah. let's go to the deepest pit of hell, together."



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