“Yeah, you can let my hand go now.”
Kiara looked down at her hand that held onto his. “O-Oh sorry...”
She loosened her grip, but before she pulled away, he tightened his. He dropped the cards back on the table and ran his free hand over his face. “F*ck...I really am going crazy, aren’t I?”
“I...I don’t know.”
“No, I am...you’re driving me off the cliff.”
“B-But I’m not...we’re here...not on a cliff.”
“Metaphorically.” He stepped towards her, sighing in deep frustration. “Metaphorically, yo