SHE

“I was drunk out of my mind that day, I still don’t remember signing a contract with you.”

He cocks his head to the side, sucking in a breath, his eyes studying me. Not knowing what to do with my hands, I fiddle with the hem of the silk dress I wore. I was out of breath from listening to what the man just said to me, electricity hummed underneath my skin, the words still hanging in the air between us.

“But it still counts, you signed it.” he says as a matter of fact, his eye brows were as calm as they always were, my sudden change of subject did nothing to deter him, in fact I think it only encouraged him.

“Yeah, but I was drunk.” I say quickly.

Feeling myself grow frustrated quickly, he was too composed for the type of conversation he was willing to start, and the conversation was slipping through my fingers and I was neck deep in the shame I was feeling.

“I found your room... the one with all of my pictures and stuff.” I say before he could respond. Another change of topic, must