"Sign it, Ellie."
Valerian’s words rang in my ears. I lost count of how many times he had tried to convince me, but my hand still refused to move, hovering over the stupid paper like it weighed a ton.
I wanted this. I was the one who suggested it. So why the hell am I hesitating now?
"I know what to do, don’t rush me," I snapped, shooting a glare at the man sitting across from me as I sat on the floor, he's far too comfortable and confident for someone who’d been nagging me.
His man spread was almost right in my face. And had I—out of curiosity—glanced at what sinful thing he hid under those pants? I think more than a dozen times in the past few minutes already.
Sighing, I picked up the pen, my lips twisting in disapproval.
"Time ticks, baby."
I was on the edge of a cliff, and this
