“What’s the song that you’re saying a while ago?” Gray asked as he wrinkled his brow. He held me in my waist while my arms were circled around his neck as we danced to the sweet music being played.

“You are not really going to talk to me?” He hissed. “C’mon!” He stopped swaying and pulled me closer to him where I could already taste his mint breath.

“What do you want me to do, please, babe?” He sighed. “Please, talk to me.”

I let go of my hands from his arms as soon as the sweet music stopped playing.

“Don’t walk out on me,” he ordered. “Talk to me!”...