Since I deeply love you, why should I be just your best friend?
I should be your man!
Don’t say she is not currently committed to someone. Even if she is, I must win her heart back, making her see only me in her heart and eyes.
"Why?" Titus Zane turned over, propping his head with one hand and furrowing his brows in confusion, looking at the obviously disdainful man.
At this moment, the neckline of the dress was wide open, not because the zipper was undone, but because it was ripped by a hurried, large hand during their passionate moment.
The exposed end of the neckline revealed her collarbones and rounded shoulders, the dark green color accentuating her snow-white skin.
The decision she just made wasn’t because she was lofty, nor because she was wonderful, but because their relationship was too special.
He... is her brother-in-law, and in City T, they are the gossip behind people’s backs at tea time. Setting aside the past hurt they brought each other, to become best friends, she also faces great pressure.
Although Olivia Zane and she always disagreed, after all, she is her sister, with a blood relation and then there’s their mother. If she knew that she was still entangled with this man, wouldn’t she be very heartbroken and disappointed?
Nathan Moore turned his handsome face towards her, the red in his eyes had disappeared, shining like obsidian.
With well-defined fingers, he adjusted the neckline that lay upon her shoulder and looked at her, saying as their eyes met.
"No reason, I just don’t want to." He is not that immature, nor does he want to be immature with her, especially not...
"Would you and Logan Ray be just friends?"
Mentioning Logan Ray again, perhaps it was the disappointment from being stood up that time that lingered in his heart, or maybe... he truly let go.
Some things should only remain as beautiful memories, not constantly revisited.
Titus Zane took a deep breath, sighing, "What a pity."
It wasn’t easy for her to make that decision either.
Just as she was about to turn back and lie down, there was warmth on her shoulder again, Nathan Moore’s hand resting there.
In the deep autumn season, the air conditioning was on in the room, the temperature not too high, but if the skin is exposed to the air without any covering, it would still feel slightly chilly.
The palm gently caressed her rounded shoulder, an unconscious action yet so naturally affectionate.
Nathan Moore looked at Titus Zane, his obsidian eyes clearly emotional, his handsome brows slightly furrowed.
"Isn’t being a man better? Why would you want to be a male best friend?"
He disliked the term, every time he heard it, the images that appeared in his mind were those of the so-called "male best friend" being effeminate, like a woman, lacking any virility.
It’s not that he was prejudiced by nature, those successful, strong, and capable leaders always want to be in a commanding position.
He doesn’t want to be just someone’s trash can for confessions, even if, that person is the woman he loves.
"Nathan Moore, this puts me in a difficult position," she said.
Unconsciously, her slender fingers landed between Nathan Moore’s furrowed brows, the pads of her index and middle fingers gently massaging, as if to soothe him.
Nathan Moore lifted his hand, grasped her wrist, letting those fingers caress his face gently, his obsidian eyes locking onto hers as he said.
"Do you remember what you said before?"
"You said, let’s have a baby, and then together with Lily, the three of us, live together, raise the baby..."
Did she say that? Why doesn’t she remember?
Noticing Titus Zane’s confusion, Nathan Moore reminded.
"There was a time when you were drunk, you hugged me and said it."
"I used to get drunk frequently back then."
Every day was a haze, she didn’t remember what she had said at all.