C59 Or what?

The space between us is gone, we are standing a hair’s breadth away from each other. His brows are so drawn together, his anger is obvious.

He is staring hard at me, I am not sure what I want to say or do anymore. I poke his chest. He is evil. He knows what he does to me yet he hates labels.

“Or what?” I whisper.

“Or I’ll kiss you,” he whispers in return.

We stand there for a minute