** ANYA’S POV **
John scared the living daylights out of me when he locked the door behind me, but it turns out he was just being a worrywart and didn’t want someone walking in on his little ‘talk’ which is more of a confession that one ideally has with their psychiatrist.
“John you scared me!” I placed a hand on my chest calming my heart “Don’t ever do something like that”.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry… I uh… I just didn’t want someone to walk in on us while we are talking” he said rubbing the back of his neck a little sheepishly.
I looked at him with knitted brows a little confused not understanding what kind of talk he is wanting to have with me “What talk are we going to have?” I asked him doubtfully.
“Why don’t you have a seat first” he gestured for me to sit on the dark leather couch th
