A Graduation Gift

Chapter 454 The Best Gift (Part One)

Cassandra sighed. Rufus was being too persistent, and she knew there was nothing she could do but give in. He wouldn't change his mind once he had set it on something. "Do you really want to know? Are you sure about that?"

Cassandra asked, her eyebrows knitted in challenge as she looked up at Rufus who was pinning her down on the couch.

"Of course. I won't let you go until you tell me," he insisted, mirroring her earlier by raising his eyebrows himself.

Seeing the stubborn expression on his face, Cassandra took a deep breath, thinking where to begin.

"Get off me first. I can't talk properly like this. I won't escape, I promise. Then I'll tell you everything."

It was hard for her to breath with Rufus lying on top of her, his solid body framing hers. If she was going to be telling him everything, she had to get him off first. He was already distracting enough from a safe distance. They were so close that she could almost feel the flutter of his eyelids.

Rufus, damn him, of course knew it. The blush coloring her cheeks as she turned sideward to avoid his eyes told him more than enough. Deciding to tease her, he moved a bit, holding up the upper side of his body with both arms and raising his chin a little.

"Here you go. This is more than enough space. Tell me now."

He lifted a hand to her chin and forced her to look at him. "I'm waiting, Cassandra." He grinned wickedly at her as his eyes twinkled with mischief. With his arms around her, Cassandra was effectively trapped.

She knew that he would not let her go until her answer satisfied him. This bastard!

"Fine! It was a little boy, my first love …"

But before she could proceed, she was interrupted by Rufus.

"It definitely wasn't a girl," he said, fighting back a chuckle and trying to keep a serious expression. "Please get to the point. What was his name?"

at her, as if a

be honest, I didn't know

and Rufus was drawn

you held a torch for him and never let him

was to the point of not being able to ask the

"Maybe..."

believe it, but he felt anxiety creep

he look

been very handsome, otherwise Cassandra wouldn't

I know that 'beautiful' isn't normally used to describe what a boy looks

mist rose from her eyes as she talked, as if she

tall! I hardly reached his

feelings weighed in his chest as he watched her. It was almost painful. He fixed

a grown man, would be this jealous over a boy who only

blurted out, unable

hearing himself say it, but he found himself waiting eagerly for her

pinched her on her waist when she just looked at

slapped his hand. "Stop pinching me! You were the one who

It was he who forced the truth out from her, but in the meantime, he didn't want her to say anything good about

talking…" he said simply, then leaned close to her ears. "Or else …" he whispered, trailing one of his hands dangerously down her waist, to the spot

had the desired effect.

raise her arms in

stop until you know everything. So please don't interrupt me again!" she

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