Page 17 of Heal Me

"You don't even have to try, I'm not going to sleep with you."

"You already said that."

"I see it's hard for you to understand."

"Even so, why do you hate me?"

"There's no reason. I just hate you."

"There must be something, darling."

I look at him: "I don't like your hair."

"Okay, I can live with that. What else?"

"Your voice."

"Oh, my voice? What exactly don't you like about it?" he says slowly, leaning his face towards me.

I start to breathe heavily.

"I don't like your lips."

"No one has ever complained about what I do with them, darling."

I stop breathing. Bondar's face is as dangerously close to mine as possible. One move, one second, and I'll be destroyed. Ruined. By his lips. By his kisses. By him.

"What else, Amelia?" he asks quietly and slowly, looking me straight in the eyes. "What else don't you like about me?"

Everything. I don't like anything about him. His eyes. His hands. His words. Him.

Absolutely.

Don’t.

Like.

"We can't..." I say breathing heavily.

"What exactly can't we do?"

"I'll never kiss you. You can't be this close to me. You can't say all those words."

"One kiss won't destroy anyone, Amelia."

It will.

It will destroy me, because I know that one kiss won't be enough. Not with him. Not with Danylo Bondar.

With such men, you want either everything or nothing.

And they always take everything from you, leaving you with nothing.

I finally tear myself away from him and get up from the ground, not looking at Bondar anymore, I walk away.

Not thinking about him at all.

About his lips...

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