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Nerthus

“I was still eating,” I say, crossing my legs at my ankles as I stand before him.

Arawn is leaning against his limousine, a cigarette between his fingers. “You stopped eating days ago.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” I ask, playing dumb.

He scoffs, pushing himself off his car as he steps closer to me. “It’s been days that you have been acting strangely. You don’t eat, you cry for entire nights, and when you finally manage to fall asleep you have a nightmare which tears us both out of our sleep.”

“You don’t have to keep sharing a bed with me if I’m bothering you like this.” I lower my gaze, biting my bottom lip.

“That’s not what I was aiming to say, Nerthus,” he leans into me, his warm breath fanning my cheek. “But I’m not an idiot. There is something stressing you out and I can read you like an open book. So, what is it?”

I turn my head away, shaking myself in the hopes of getting rid of the goosebumps he made rise on my skin. “What if there is someone else?”

“Bullsh