As Eloise came to sit next to him, Saiden draped his arm across her shoulders and held her close, but not tight. ”And certain patterns aren’t.” He didn’t respond to her suggestive tone; instead, his voice was soft and gentle.
Squeezing her just a little, he found himself crying again, though quieter this time, not the sobs from earlier. ”You make me happy, Elo.” The admission came out too easily, considering the pained expression on his face. ”Whether we’re together or just friends, or anything in between.”
Wiping his cheeks free of tears, he turned slightly. Leaning down, he pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead before leaning back. ”But I cant give you what you need right now. And I’m...I get that.” This was a tougher pill to swallow, and his jaw feathered with tension.
Squeezing her just a little, he found himself crying again, though quieter this time, not the sobs from earlier. ”You make me happy, Elo.” The admission came out too easily, considering the pained expression on his face. ”Whether we’re together or just friends, or anything in between.”
Wiping his cheeks free of tears, he turned slightly. Leaning down, he pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead before leaning back. ”But I cant give you what you need right now. And I’m...I get that.” This was a tougher pill to swallow, and his jaw feathered with tension.
