Love Unspoken

Quinn's lips formed two silent words: Don't go.

Alexander cast his gaze down at her, watching as she continued to grapple with the challenge of lip-reading, her efforts awkward yet unerringly accurate. "Please," she begged.

His voice, when he finally spoke, was a low murmur, devoid of the fury that had previously laced his words. "Begging me now, don't you think it's too late?"

Regardless, Quinn shook her head, her arms tightening around him in a desperate embrace. She knew well enough that he didn't harbor any love for her, but this gesture had always served to quell his anger. It might not sway his decision, but it could at least soothe his wrath.

She nuzzled her cheek against his chest, much like a kitten seeking the comfort of its owner. It was a touch so tender that no one could remain unaffected.

He seemed more composed than before, yet he made no move to return her embrace. Quinn tilted her head upwards once more, standing on her tiptoes in an attempt to kiss him. Her clumsy eagerness slowly ignited a spark in his eyes. Suddenly, his hand rose, cradling the back of her head, deepening the kiss. He lifted her into his arms, moving purposefully towards the bed.

responded to his kiss. His anger

was this single thread of hope that had kept her tethered to him all these years. But now, the fervor of her feelings seemed to be ebbing. He had asked her not to love him, and

for the complete experience all for free. The next

slowly, she allowed them to close as a single tear traced a path down her cheek. Exhausted, she surrendered

reached out to the space beside her, expecting to encounter nothing more than the cold, empty expanse of the

was warm to the touch, the sensation undeniably real. And his hand was holding hers. They remained thus, their

along her brow and eyes, his morning voice husky and

at him, her silence

on his own, "I don't like the way you look

sigh, he turned to lie on his back beside her, his gaze fixed