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Chapter- Twenty Eight
"Crazy? Chanel, you've no idea how crazy I am." He told me nuzzling his face between my shoulder and my neck.
"I think I know that very well." I whispered back to him. I wrapped my hands around his neck. My mind was in a frenzy.
We both didn't do anything. We just stayed there. For the outsiders, we probably looked like we both had froze.
Like a movie that had been paused.
But no, I could feel his slow breathing. I could hear his heartbeat. And I could even feel mine. Every breathe, every move. I could feel it all.
"I don't want to do this, Chanel." Vitale whispered after some time. His voice almost sounded broken. He moved his head so that he could face me.
"What do you mean?" I asked him, starring at his eyes. Every now and then my eyes would flicker to his lips.
God, he was so beautiful.
He was like an old broken record. He was fuckéd up in so many ways but no matter what he was still him and that was what matters.
"I.. I don't want to hurt you, Chanel. I tried everything but God, you are so... Perfect. Perfect for me." He said, his voice barely audible. He stood in his full height, he leaned on the wall beside me.
If I wanted, I could run and save myself from him.
But I stayed.
I always stayed.
And I probably will stay.
I turned my head to him and blinked a few times before saying, "Vitale, I don't- I don't understand."
"You don't need to. Sometimes you don't have to understand anything. You only need to feel." He said and I frowned at his words. What does he want to me feel exactly?
I couldn't even understand nor I was feeling anything. Well I was confused and just wanted to kiss him.
That was it!
I was about to ask him what did he mean? But he opened his mouth first, "Fück you will probably die if you stay with me but see Chanel, there is a problem; I'm selfish. I'm fuckīng selfish. And I don't want to let you go." He said. He didn't look at me, his eyes were staring ahead at the wall but I could hear him. And his voice seemed genuine.
My eyes softened. I didn't know what he was up to or even he was declaring his secret love for me but I knew one thing, he was opening up to me.
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