" He loves you, he wants you," he said, the words sounding bitter from his tongue. 

" That's not the question," 

" If you doubt him, ask him," 

" I did and you heard what he said," 

" And you don't believe him," he stated. Something was wrong and I knew it. I grabbed his hand gently and he stiffened, I squinted my eyes at his reaction. Does he not like to be touched? 

" Sorry," I murmured, retracting my hand. 

" Do you love him?" his question took me by surprise but I nodded. I ...