IRIS
Cirdan has been acting odd since we left my room. We stopped first at his room because he said he needed to get something and then he came out and held my hand, not that I am complaining since it is nice but he also refused to let go and he has been sweating a lot in his palm like he was nervous.
I have never seen him nervous too.
“What’s up with you?” I eyed him as he gripped my hands so tight that my fingers hurt.
“What do you mean?” He replied, not looking at me but looking straight ahead like he needed to keep his eyes on the road, a place he could go to with his eyes blindfolded because of how maley time he sneaked into my room at night while I was still in the school’s ward.
“I mean you wanting to snap my fingers off.” I corked an eyebrow at him only for him to let go o
