"Punch? I would have killed that motherfucker had you not stopped me," I snarl.
"Then what? Get locked up and reveal who you are. Besides, why do you even care what happens to me?" She screams in my face.
"Because I love you." I finally confess, my voice echoing down the road.
A weight lifts from my shoulders, while my heart beats like I have run a marathon. Lyra's eyes widen before tears slowly fill them. She opens and closes her mouth before she turns around and starts to walk away.
What the fuck?
I follow after her. "Where are you going?"
"I don't know." Her voice cracks.
"Let me drop you off." I try to reason with her, but she wipes at her tears angrily.
"I'm wearing a dress, you stupid man. I can't get on the bike." The tears falling from her cheeks turn rapid, and my chest tightens.
I finally notice her dress—this light pink mini dress with matching heels and some gold accessories. She looks beautiful, and she smells divine.
