Waeland's POV
As soon as I saw Evan walk through the door, my heart started beating out of control. I missed him much more than I thought I did.
He didn't seem to notice me, though. But I never took my eyes off of him.
I watched him as he stopped in his tracks and turned his head towards me. He looked at me.
I expected his eyes to be filled with rage or hate, but they weren't. They were just sad. Like the thing he's been wanting his whole life was so close, but so far away at the same time.
It was like looking into a mirror.
"So, did you come here to suck Waeland's d**k?" Some guy snickered, bringing me out of my daze.
"How did you know I didn't come to suck yours?" Evan snapped back, his eyes no longer on me, instead they were narrowed at the asshole.
At first, the guy looked baff
