“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, you’re pushing me so hard. I really can’t control myself...I’m so f*cking weak to you and if you ask me why, I wouldn’t know.”

Kiara barely understood him. What did it mean to metaphorically push him off a cliff?

What did it mean when he said he was weak to her?

“I don’t... understand.”

“You’re really stupid aren’t you?” He stooped in front of her. “I’m saying that I want you...so f*cking bad that I can’t control myself.”

She still didn’t understand, she knew what the words meant, but she cou