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'You can't just say things like that to me, Grayson,' I scold breathlessly, my eyes fixated upon the pouring rain outside of my office's window. I don't dare move my attention away from the descending crystal-like droplets, fearful I'd catch a glimpse of the man I couldn't yet bring myself to look at without wanting to yield.
I hear him move behind me, pushing himself up from where he was sat against my desk, the rustling of his clothes giving away his deliberate, slow movements to my heedful ears. 'I won't apologise for speaking my mind, Ellie,' he says, unhurriedly making his way towards where I stand.
Of course he won't. Apologising isn't Grayson Ward's style.
'You're a cruel man,' I whisper, my eyes finding my feet down on the ground as I lower my head. I can feel his presence behind me, his chest now just mere millimetres away from my back. Please, step away. I can't have him this close to me, but my body refuses to move.
He leans down so that his lips near my right ear. 'You consider me a cruel man for telling you that you're beautiful?'
No. I consider him a cruel man for making me feel this way after walking out on me seven years ago. I should hate him. I should yell, scream and fight for him to leave my office - but I can't. I want him here, despite my heart telling me that it will only end in heartbreak.