“Do you expect me to believe that? You just invited me to kiss you.” He sounded angry, his face softening when he saw the tears on her cheeks.
“That’s different,” she whispered unhappily. “I belong to you, Steven.”
“Don’t say that.” His hand cupped her face, his fingers wiping her tears.
“It’s true!” More tears spilled to her cheeks， glittering like diamonds in the light, and he pulled her into his arms, his hand in her hair.
“Don’t cry, Georgie,” he murmured. “You’ll grow up. You’ll recover from this.”
“I’ve grown up and I don’t want to recover,” she choked.
“Be sensible,” he murmured, his eyes lancing over her tragic face.“It’s the moonlight, the romantic night. You’re eighteen and just beginning to be a woman.”
“Isn’t sensible to be honest? I don’t really have to tell you I belong to you, Steven. You already know.”
Tears glittered in her eyes and his face tightened, his fingers suddenly bitin