Pathetic

"Of course Cupcake I did something wrong, I should have known better than to ask you these several questions," he lamented.

This time, when he sent forth his hand to touch mine which was still hiding my face, I did not make an attempt to stop him, rather I let him slowly bring my hands away from my face.

His hands were cold, damp, and soft as before, I loved the feeling of his hand on mine, and when my eyes matched with his tender eyes, I could tell that he was shocked to see me cry.

"Babe, that is enough now," he let out.

I watched him use his thumb to catch a tear that escaped from my right eye.

It was actually far from being fine, I needed much attention from him, and he wasn't even trying to help me out.

I was about to conclude that Nicholas was so bad at romance when his next action shocked the hell out of me.