Dukeโs mocking smile sharpens into something colder, his eyes narrowing as he watches her crumble with clear disdain.
โOh, spare me the waterworks, Maeve. โDone enoughโ?! Iโve been healing staying out of yerโ way, piecing myself back together while you โave been playing the victim. And now youโre sobbing and begging like Iโve torched yerโ life? Pathetic.โ
He steps closer, voice dropping low but edged with venom.
โWeโre having this conversation whether you like it or not. Stop the tears, pull yourself together, and talk to me like an adult.โ
โ
ใ . . you . . you`ve done enough . ใ a few stray tears seemed to fall loose , shoulders shrouded as she crumbled further and further .
ใ . . just . . l โ leave . . us alone . . ใ
โ
"Do I know how to answer a question?
Yeโ I fuckinโ do. and that answer is.. I've got a girl who's about to be my wife. wild how that's flyinโ right over your head, isn't it? must be exhausting being this slow."
Dukeโs lips curl into a slow, mocking smile, his voice dripping with false disappointment.
โWhatโs this? Canโt even have a proper conversation anymore Maeve? One word from me and youโre reduced to begging like a frightened child? come on now, I havenโt even done anything.โ
โ
there was much that could`ve been said , but she couldn`t โ-- not physically nor emotionally force herself to . a shuddered exhale akin to a whimper fell by lips , she refused to look duke`s way , to give him the & &.
โ
Dukeโs smirk fades into something colder, more measured. He doesnโt raise his voice, doesnโt step closer he simply exhales a slow breath, eyes locked on hers with that unyielding intensity.
โEasy now, Maeve,โ he says, low and even, the mocking edge gone, replaced by a quiet warning. โI donโt want trouble, not tonight.โ
a beat of silence.
โbut yeโ shouldnโt go startinโ things you canโt finishโฆ or that you canโt carry the weight of after. Seems like yeโ already know what that feels like.โ
โ
unease only seemed to grow , only adding to the burden of exhaustion and emotional drainage .
ใ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ . . ใit was a plea , not a request , not a demand , a tired , barely audible plea .ใ . . not in front her . ใ
โ
Duke lets out a low, mocking laugh that cuts through the street noise, his eyes narrowing with dark amusement as he watches her knuckles go tight and her gaze dart away.
โWould yaโ look at that โ
cat got your tongue, Maeve?โ
โ
fingers instinctively tightened around the handle of pram , knuckles white beneath gloves . those usually soft eyes were red rimmed , prominent with dark circles as they found duke`s gaze for only a moment . chest & &.
โ
oh, he leans in just a fraction closer, that wicked grin deepening as her hands rest warm against his chest. his own fingers drift up, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear before tracing lightly along her jaw.
โtheyโre sayinโ ye want me to stop talkinโโฆ and start showinโ ye instead.โ
he murmurs, voice low and eyes locked on hers with unmistakable playful tone.
โor am i readinโ โem wrong, love?โ
Head tipping sideways, her hands travel beneath the inseam of his vest, settling right above his chest.
"Is that so?" Her voice croons, an edge of playfulness attached to her words. "And pray tell, what do my eyes say?"
[Her eyes flit from his lips up to his eyes, staying there with a stirring look that didn't quite reveal her motives. Then stepping back, her shoulder lifts in a shrug.]
I'm not sayin' a thing.