I am doomed, right?

His palm enveloped my hand, still resting it against his cheek. " I am sorry, I should have touched you. I will never touch you again, I promise " I spoke hurriedly. He let out a small sigh and opened his gorgeously sculpted eyes. " Don't make promises you can't keep."

I blinked at him for a while, remembering that my palm is still against his cheek. I was thinking about removing when he gripped it harder against his cheek. " Why would you think that I would not be able to keep a promise?" I asked, uncertainty filling my mind.

" Because I know that you will not be able to not touch me," He replied, displaying his flirtatious smirk. I rolled my eyes at him before replying," I will be able to not touch you," I wanted to feel victorious for once. " Oh really, then why has your palm not left my cheek?" He asked, his smirk turning into a grin.

A gorgeous grin, I must say. Wait, what am I thinking?

I realised that my palm was free from his hold and immediately pulled it toward my chest. A chuckle vibrated deep from his chest, lightening the mood. " Don't laugh!" I snapped, not wanted to be laughed at. He continued to chuckle as my beautiful, dreamlike morning was turning sour. I huffed, and wanted to get away from him. I was about to get up, when his arms wound even tighter pulling me closer to him.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice quivering a bit. " I know that I won't be able to not touch you," He answered, closing his eyes. " Let go! We have work!" I pushed against his chest, in vain. " What do you think about fulfilling Mom's wish?" He asked, out of the blue.

Huh? What is he talking about?

My brows furrowed together in confusion. " What are you talking about?" I questioned, stopping myself from moving away from him. He opened his eyes and gazed deeply into mine. " Mom is wanting a grandchild. We should give her one, don't you think?" He asked, drawing circles on my back.

I froze visibly, shocking him. My dream, memories, rushed back to brain. It started to terrorize me to the point where I started to shiver uncontrollably. " Hannah? Hannah?! What's wrong? Ha-" He stopped as he held my palms. " Hannah, you're hands are cold. What's wrong? Talk to me," He pleaded.

I am frozen, like an ice cube. I can not move unless I let the horrible memories rush over me. I can not let that happen, I can never let that happen because if I did I would not be able to go to work today. But if I didn't let it wash over me, I will not be able to move at all.

A tear slipped from my eye as another memory washed over me.

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