Ana's POV
I shot him a sharp look. "So only you get to call it quits? I don't have that right?"
"I'll never break up with you," Morris said, his voice unwavering.
The words hung between us. I stayed quiet.
He wasn't backing down, pushing me to make some kind of promise. His determination was almost unsettling—like he'd camp out here all night until I gave him what he wanted.
I opened my mouth to respond, but he cut me off. "Swear on your studio."
"Seriously? That's going too far," I pushed back.
His face twisted with panic. "So you have thought about dumping me."
"Stop being ridiculous."
Tears gathered in his eyes. "Do you hate me? Have you been planning this for weeks?"
He was acting like a stubborn kid who wouldn't quit until he got his toy. The intensity in his gaze made my pulse quicken despite my frustration.
I didn't want him spiraling into more dramatic declarations that would shatter his cool image completely.
