she turns her face away from him, bitting her lips softly. "i wish you wouldn't look at me like that." he hesitates, running his tattoo inked hand trough his dark hair, his eyes never leaving her. "like what ?" he whispers oh so tender, making her heart beat fast in her chest. "i don't know," she falters for a second,  finally daring to look him in the face. "like you could love me." she says with a hint of hope in her trembling voice. he steps closer to her, leaning in just a little more.  "maybe i already do."