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He looked at me and suddenly a grin appeared on his face that I didn't know what it meant. After all, I had just told him that his girlfriend, or whatever she was, was dating someone else. I was suspicious of his reaction.

"And that's why you're breaking down?" he asked me, gently stroking my hand. I was completely confused. Shouldn't he be mad or something?

"Well, I just didn't want you to get hurt," I admitted openly, making myself a joke in his eyes, but it really was true. I was aware that I barely knew him, but something about him intrigued me and his pain became mine too.

"No matter what Chloe does, shecould never hurt me. I told you I don't feel anything for her. I hope you finally believe me."

There was a short silence in which he looked at our clasped hands and I tried to organize everything in my head. If she wasn't his girlfriend, why was he kissing her? Was I maybe just too uptight about stuff like that?

"You know what's really hurting me?" he then snapped me out of my thoughts and leaned over to place his other hand on my cheek, sending tingles through my body. "It hurt me when I saw you on Micah's lap. It tears me up to even see you with other guys. The way they look at you is enough for me to go insane. It hurts the most right now to know that you were doing so badly because of me."

His words seemed unreal to me. I couldn't believe what he was just saying. I stared into his eyes, paralyzed, and felt my heart begin to dance again. He took his hand from my cheek and ran it through my black hair, which looked perfect even in the middle of the night.

I knew I was attracted to him and had been since I first looked into his eyes, but I couldn't believe he felt the same way. He'd made out with Chloe after we kissed, hadn't said anything when Zayn insulted me, and yet he was sitting in front of me and claiming that I made him feel like that. What should I think of this?

"Why?" was the only thing I could ask. I was too confused for anything else.

"Why what?"

"How come I can make you feel like that? Why did you kiss me? Why did you kiss Chloe after we kissed? Why are you so different when Zayn is around?"

I hoped not to have overwhelmed him, but I finally wanted answers to all my questions, because otherwise my mind would completely fail. Then, noticing that he was about to pull his hand out of mine, I gripped his even tighter and leaned closer to him, so that our lips were only a few inches apart.

His gaze changed and once again I saw the pain in the dark brown. Why couldn't he just be honest with me?

"I'm going to break your heart, Mia," he whispered, putting his warm hand on my cheek again.

"Just be honest with me," I breathed, hoping for his explanations, but he only gave me a tender kiss on the cheek, pulled his hands away from me and disappeared from my room so quickly that I didn't even have the opportunity to stop him.

As soon as he was gone, he took all the good feelings with him, leaving only disappointment and emptiness. If that's how he felt, why was he making things so complicated? Couldn't he just be normal to me?

Even more confused than before our conversation, I wanted to get up and open my window because all this confusion was choking my throat and making it difficult for me to breathe.

I couldn't take two steps when my door opened abruptly and I jumped in shock. I was really going to have a heart attack soon, it was only a matter of time.

"If I tell you that I'm a bad person, would you still care if someone hurts me?" Kiyan came back into my room and closed the door behind him. He looked at me questioningly and got so close that his scent flooded my consciousness again, making it difficult for me to stay sane.

"I don't think you're a bad person," I replied, looking up into his eyes, which kept studying me.

"You don't know me and yet you trigger so many things in me and it's almost impossible for me to stay away from you," he said desperately and put his forehead on mine to clasp my waist with his hands, what a thing made me feel like I was on fire inside.

"Then don't stay away," I whispered, gently stroking his quivering chest with one hand.

"You'll regret that sentence at some point," he retorted, beginning to kiss my forehead gently, which prompted me to close my eyes and enjoy the moment.

"I won't regret it," I just breathed and he immediately looked at me and gently took my face in his hands.

"Then I guess we'll both have to live with the consequences," he whispered, laying his lips on mine without warning. I felt the tingling in my abdomen again, the goosebumps on my arms and the desire for him clouded all my senses.

I cupped his body, pulling him closer to me as he pushed me back while playing with his tongue on mine. The feeling of being unable to breathe didn't bother me at all. He was my last breath and I would never want to stop, I knew that more than ever in that moment, and then I felt the frame of my bed behind me and let him urge me to lie down, nestling between my legs while breathing fast, he pulled his lips from mine to start caressing my neck with excitement.