“Mel….Look at me Mel!”

I had been avoiding eye contact with him. His gaze was so tender and kind. I could have dived into his eyes, they were so adorable and delicious. I could be lost in that gaze forever. If he continued to look into my eyes like I would have been happy to let him beguile me. I asked him, “Jack…is there any way you have contributed to the rumours?”

His grip on my hand loosened, and then it tightened, “How could you ask me that?”

“That is what people are saying.”

Jack was angry. “Why don’t you trust me?”

“I want to Jack. I want to trust you. I want to trust you so so much. But I can’t. I don’t. I want to trust you, but I just don’t.” I truly wanted to trust…