Lyssa’s POV

"Don't look at me like that.” He replied with his cold expression as always and he stared at the sky again. His lower lip was trapped between his perfect teeth. He heaved a small sigh and was about to speak again when I suddenly embraced him.

My grip on him was tight and my face was buried in his chest.

Garrett realised I was sniffling. "Are you crying?" he asked, trying to see my face. But I didn't let him. I didn’t even know why tears suddenly filled my eyes.

"I-it's ...