Chapter45 What she did with him?

"I'm sorry, that was totally personal. You don't have to answer me." I added quickly. I watched as his expression softened a little.
"It's not that easy to explain. After she left, I wanted to get rid of the memories that would haunt me everywhere I went. I wanted to shut myself from everyone. I thought girls were easy and I knew what I was dealing with now. They knew to expect nothing from me so they had zero expectations beyond what I offered. It was a just an escape and a mindless release. I never let anyone hold my emotions so they didn't have the power to use my emotions against me, again." He stopped walking and faced me.
His eyes searched mine. I usually see either heat or a teasing light in his eyes, but right now, neither were the case. They seemed...troubled. Like he was conflicted about something. It took every fibre of my being to not reach out my hand and touch his perfect face, to wipe away his sorrows.
"Do you still feel like that?" I asked, searching his face intently.
"I'm not sure but I feel I can face them now, instead of running away."
"Why is that?" His green eyes roamed my face before he let out a breath and answered.
"This girl came out of nowhere and demanded I sort my mess and she broke all the walls I built around myself for years, in just a few months. I can't believe how easy it was for her to do."
I wanted to scoff but held back. It would be rude. But it wasn't easy at all and I still believed there was so much more than what he had told me. The walls might have cracked a little, but they were still there.
"Why me?" I shifted uncomfortably, aware of just how close I was to him. My breath caught suddenly, his eyes noticed my movement and my cheeks flushed with heat.
Crap!
"Because there is something about you. I can't figure out if it's a good thing or not." He reached out to push my hair back over my shoulder. His fingertips lingered on the skin of my neck before they fell away. I tried not to smile widely.
"What's so special about her anyway?" I allowed myself to steal a glance at him then turned away quickly. He stared right at me, piercing me with those brown-coloured eyes.
"She was one of a kind. She stood by me when no one else did. She believed in me. And you know what they say?" He said solemnly, all traces of humour leaving his voice.
"What?" I asked him, feeling a little breathless.
"When a Richardson falls for someone, they fall hard. They get really intense. Not everyone is ready for a relationship." He replied with a wry smile.
"What the heck did she do to you?" My heart squeezed but I pressed further, needing to delve deeper.
He looked up at the sky and squinted down at me but never replied. We stayed quite for a bit, just enjoying each other's presence. Remembering something, I turned my smiling face to him.