My face blushed red as a beet and my heart rate quickened as Natalia clutched my sleeves and leaned on my chest. I gulped, hoping that she wouldn't hear my racy heart as she continued to cry her heart out.
Just a few seconds ago, she was oddly determined to get away from me but the moment I caught up to her, she immediately jumped in my arms and started crying. Just like I thought, I have no understanding when it comes to women. Things like this are what confuses me the most. Is it one or the other? Why is she acting as if both choices are perfectly fine?
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... " She kept on, pushing her head on my chest.