Chapter 90. Rejection

Eir’s POV

I just gaped back, but he still stared at me; the only difference was that he looked like he was glowing. It took me a couple of seconds to realize what he actually said—not only patting me on the head for using my words, but stating he would use his own. For a second, my mind scoffed, like he never stopped talking at all. But I shook it away; he did try, at least. It felt like he was offering me an olive branch and that I should grab it despite every fiber in my body screaming for me to close my eyes and pretend this wasn’t happening.

I didn’t notice that I was nodding before I saw him shaking his head.

“Words.” He stated with a firm voice; all the amusement was gone, but there was no anger in his tone as he spoke.

“Okay…?”

I knew it was more of a question, but I wanted him to kiss me even if I didn’t want to say it. Saying it made it so real, and part of me still felt bad. Bad because I didn’t know what this meant, didn’t kn