C40 forty

"Why is he crying? If he wanted this in the first place!

I just focused on what I was doing, and like earlier, for every piece of clothing I put in, he took one out.

"Cyrus," I called out to him.

He didn't look at me and just walked towards my cabinet, hanging my clothes one by one.

I bit my lip as tears threatened to fall.

"Cyrus!" I shouted boldly.

He froze at my shout and slowly turned to face me.

"Stop," I commanded.

Our eyes met suddenly, and I felt a wave of softness overwhelm me because of his pleading face.

He sighed and looked away. I bowed my head and tried to hold back my tears.

"Don't go," he said gently. "Don't leave me," he pleaded again.

I couldn't speak because my thoughts were in turmoil. I avoided his scorching gaze. I couldn't find any words, and I couldn't move.

He hugged me around the waist.

"Don't leave.. Don't leave me," he pleaded again.

He kissed my temple, my forehead, the tip of my nose, my cheeks, and the corners of my lips.

I froze even more. Even my breathing couldn't be controlled because of the surprise.

"Don't leave me, My Moon. Don't.." he said tenderly and rested his chin on my head.

I could see his consecutive nods and the movement of his Adam's apple.

"Cyrus," I called out weakly to him.

I stepped back because I felt like I was about to give in to his gaze.

His jaw clenched, and he stepped forward.

He held my waist again and slowly brought me closer to him. His eyes, filled with various emotions, made my knees tremble even more.

He licked his lips before bringing them closer to mine.

It felt like I was being doused with cold water, and time stopped. It felt like my dark surroundings suddenly brightened. It felt like my world stopped spinning when I felt his lips on mine. On my open lips.

The way he kissed me, I felt like he was careful with every touch of his lips to mine, my knees trembled. I returned his kiss. He stopped holding my waist and at the same time stopped kissing my lips.

We both took a deep breath. His eyes still filled with pleading.

He raised his hands and held me on both cheeks. He started to kiss me on the lips again. For some reason, my heart seemed to rejoice.

We share a kiss.

He stopped and kissed my forehead. "Don't leave, please, My moon." He begged.

I remained silent while biting my lip. Am I really going crazy?!

He looked directly into my eyes. "Can I ask for the moon again?" He softly asked.

I immediately looked away because I didn't know how to answer.

He nodded and smiled. "You can take your time, Baby," and he planted another kiss on my forehead.

"Once again, no words came out of my mouth. I broke free from his embrace. I didn't know where to look because I could feel my whole face flushing red.

Did we just share a kiss, right? I responded to his kisses! I did! His soft kisses! It's... it's incredible! I love it!

"Don't leave," he said softly.

He gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, brushing against my cheek. I didn't speak; I just kept avoiding his gaze.

"Stay here," he said.

I sighed.

"I'm not leaving," I said, because I couldn't deceive myself. "But I'm still not getting back together with you," I said firmly.

He just nodded and ran his hand over the back of my head. He stepped closer to me.

"As long as you've stayed here, then it's fine with me," he said tenderly.

I gave him a stern look, raising an eyebrow, so he looked down at me. I looked away again.

I want to smack myself! Because I was going to leave, right?! Why not now?! Because he's already here? I hate my heart!

Why am I giving in to him when it comes to him?!

"Go home," I ordered him. "I'm not leaving anymore," I said.

I walked towards my suitcase and returned it to the bed.

He followed me and squatted slightly to get a look at my face.

I rolled my eyes because he's acting like a puppy that keeps following.

I stood up, and he did too.

"Your lipstick," he said with a chuckle. "Smudged," and he wiped the corner of my lips.

I felt my cheeks flush at his words. I quickly slapped his hand away and looked away. I hurriedly approached the study table and glanced at a small round mirror.

I squinted when I saw my lips. I looked at Cyrus in irritation. He just stood there, looking proud of what he did! He ran his fingers through his hair before winking at me.

I rolled my eyes in exasperation because I felt like his actions were affecting me again!

I grabbed some wet wipes and wiped off the smeared lipstick.

I heard his footsteps again, so I glanced at him.

"Go home," I ordered sharply.

I threw the used wipes in the trash. I started walking, and he just followed.

"I'll just stay here," he replied as he continued to follow.