No One But You

There was little talk of love between Calvin and me, and sometimes it was only a laughing matter when it came to love.

There might be no love between us, but now I changed.

And now I looked him in the eye and dare I admit it?

I looked up at him. He was as good as ever in my eyes that he could confuse me, so that I would automatically filter out all the false things he had done to me.

At such a sentimental moment, I should cry, but I grinned, "yes, I love you..."

Maybe I said this sentence too easily, or maybe I had a smile in my eyes, so he couldn't see the sincerity in my eyes, so he thought I was cheating him.

His hand suddenly rested on my face with his long eyelashes hung down. The light in his eyes flickered between them, separating thoughts that I could not understand.

In a voice so low I could barely hear him, "Let me ask you again. If this is the same answer, I will believe you."

"So what if you believe me?" I smiled happily, "If you are to ask me 100 times, it will be the same answer."

I had many small faults, but I seldom lied.

No matter when and where, I could face my heart.

So I didn't care whether he believed it or not.

Believe it or not, it was not going to change where we were.

He lifted his eyes and moved inch-by-inch across my face, and I could hear the sound of my cells bursting as they were crushed.

"Let me ask you again..." His voice was hoarse and blurred.

But my voice was clear, and every word was enough for him to understand, "yes, I love you!"

"Why did you marry Brooke..."

"Because I love you..." I wanted to continue to smile, but smile frozen on my lips.

I was a heartless person and I never had heartache. I did not know heartache felt.

But now I felt it.

Looking at Calvin's deep black pupil, I felt my heart felling into a deep hole. Even if I tried very hard to salvage it, I failed.

It was rolling in the cave, and the pain was very strange.

I didn't know how others felt. It was as if I had a clenched hand, which made me breathless but unable to stop.

I knew clearly it was not allowed. But once love started, it could not be closed again.

I took Calvin's face in my hands, closed my eyes and kissed him.

This was the first time I took the initiative to kiss Calvin. Although we had kissed many times, I was passive.

This time was different. His lips were cold and his fingers were cold, lost temperature in my palms.

I looked into his eyes, which were wide open, and I saw myself in them, with a half-mad.

I didn't know what he looked like in my eyes, would it be like me that I wanted to have him even if I had to abandon the world.

His lips were soft. When I kissed Calvin, I finally knew what love was. At the moment I was all floating in the air. My heart was light, as if it was floating up to the sky. and I could not pull it back.

His lashes finally drooped with his eyes half closed. I didn't know if I was wrong, but I saw a hint of heartbreak in his eyes.

Yes, I was obsessive, I was deranged, and I was not in control of my feelings at the moment.

I even had an impulse now that I wanted to divorce with Brooke immediately, and then seized him to divorce with Fairy Dixon. Regardless Bonnie in the hospital, I wanted to have this man in front of me. It was as simple as that. After I kissed him like mad for at least a minute, he finally responded like mad.

He pressed me to the bed, each heavy breath brushing fiercely through all my senses, leaving my sweat pores in a state of excitement and tension.

I gripped the corner of his coat in one hand and his neck in the other until I felt a spasm in my lower belly and my body shook before he stopped.

He hugged me tightly and lay on the edge of my pillow.

I wondered how long he held me? A minute? Or two minutes? I didn't know how long it was.

After he released me, I didn't open my eyes, but I knew he was looking at me.

His fingers slid gently under my eyes, and a rough, sand-paper sound sounded in front of me, "Josephine, are you crying?"

Was I? I didn't know I cried.

This should be the first time that Calvin saw me cry, he should feel very baffling, because I feel baffling.

I closed my eyes and shed tears. People who didn't often cry seem to have their tear glands blocked. Once they were stabbed, I was difficult to stop in time. My salty tears flew into my mouth.

Suddenly he buried my head in his chest, and my tears ran down his shirt.

Perhaps I was particularly lovable, and I heard his heart beating violently in his chest.

There was a man who lived in my heart and beat my heart to pieces with his hammer, breaking it to pieces like a heap of glass dregs.

I burst into tears, and then my blocked brain suddenly opened, and my heart suddenly opened.

My daze was only temporary. Occasionally I was emotional, but it had gone quickly.

I stopped the tears quickly, looked up from his arms at his wet lashes, and showed a heartless smile. "Done."

He looked at me. "What do you mean done?"

"Cheating is like that just happened." I sat up in bed and looked back at him, who was still lying on the pillow.

He looked at me for an instant with his clear eyes, "What do you mean?"

"How was my play? You seem to have been cheated." I smiled happily, raised the middle finger to flick his head, "Did you believe me?"

He still looked at me that way. "Say that again."

"Ha." I laughed. "You made me say it again when I wasn't acting, and now that the play is over, you make me say it again. Man, acting into the role is certainly good, but remember to pull away at any time. If you are addicted to it, you will suck yourself into it." I lifted the quilt, got out from the bed, looked back with a brilliant smile, "Handsome boy, you are so easy to be cheated by women, I am disappointed to you!"