The Life of An Average Young Girl

"Deji, pas don't," I said in a whisper, hoping he headed me, "I should not do what?" He asked in a sudden husky voice. He was caressing my hands. He cupped my jaw and was drawing me closer to himself. But I gathered enough strength to turn away.

"I..... um..... I'm sorry," he said as he realised my hands. I turned to leave but he held my hands and drew me back to himself. "But I love you dami, I can't help the fact that I'm in love with you. Why are you torturing me?