|Katherine|
“What do you want to talk about?” I asked coldly the moment we stepped into his room in their ancestral home. Without waiting for his answer, I walked straight toward the balcony. I suddenly felt the desperate need for air now that it was just the two of us.
The tension between us was suffocating. I didn’t know when it started—or maybe I did. I just refused to admit it to myself. Because how could I? How could I confess that the awkwardness began the very moment I saw him talking to his ex?
How pathetic would that sound if he ever found out?
“I want to talk about us,” he said directly, his voice calm but firm.
Fvck.
Of course, he noticed my sudden distance. I only thought he would ignore it, that he wouldn’t bother to confront me about it. Why would he, anyway? We were on
