Arida's POV
I remember everything well. I was afraid to see this room again. Enrique was almost killed by me. No matter what the reason is, it's still me who…
My eyes dilated when his lips were pressed against mine. "Should I erase your memories with the best result I can think of, hmm?" Enrique teased.
I wrapped my hands around his neck and spread my legs just to wrap them around his hips.
"I know I shouldn't be thinking about what happened like you said, but I can't help it. I never ever wanted to hurt you in any way. I tried my best not to arouse any misunderstanding between us, and yet…" I halt and look down. My tears fall on their own again.
"Like what, hmm?" Enrique asks. I look at him intently.
"I'm afraid that you won't believe me that you're my one and only first love. I'm scared that you'll get jealous toward Silver and believe whatever lies he prepared to sow a misunderstanding between us. That's why…"
