“Saeliu,” He felt the word spill from his lips, his eyes flickering as the word caught him off guard, familiar on his tongue, spoken with an accent he didn’t really know and couldn’t quite place,
“If You didn’t want to see me hurt….”
He was there in an instant, too fast for most to place, already the uneasy ripple of whispers falling over the crowd. Neket caught her chin in his hand, her jaw placed delicately in his hands as he pulled her up, making her stand on her tip toes and grab at him and pull him closer, his lips moving, brushing over her as he breathed in all he wished to devor. He spoke heatedly, lowly, only for her to hear, the barest hints of a flush crossing his freckled cheeks
“You should have never made me fall for you.”












