You fucked up... and badly. At this point being on your knees for a while doesn't feel humiliating anymore, the incoherent words leaving your mouth meanwhile you hands grip her legs as if you're life depends on it... don't feel like begging.

"You gotta need to do better than that," her tone dry, eyes still looking away from you. "I don't need your begging."

Your heart wrenches, because as if you were both connected, you can sense her lip trembling and her eyes watering once again with every word she says.

"Come on, get up, I don't want to hear you." her hands try to get you to stand up, your grip vanishing as she moves her legs apart.