“We don’t just barely know each other,” Benjamin corrected her and stepped closer. “We have become ONE just two nights back. I can feel your heartbeat from the garden. Can’t you feel my heart from here?” he asked her, staring deep into her eyes.

Rebecca found herself staring into his beautiful, blue eyes. “What are you…”

“You are my love, and you are my dove,” Benjamin raised his hands and gently touched her cheeks. It was such a gentle touch that she felt like she was melting ever so graciously.

“Who gave you the permission to touch me?” she grabbed his wrists and pushed his hands away. “Keep your hands to yourself.”

“If I do nothing, then how can we fly high and feel true love, my dove?” Benjamin asked.

“What do you know about true love?” Rebecca blurted. “For someone who took advantage of me because I was drunk…”

“We drank together, remember?”

“No, I don’t remember what happened after some point,” Rebecca hissed. “But you are not eligible to talk about love, or anything like