96

Nerthus

“Relax,” Arawn says annoyed, taking his cigarette package out of the inside pocket of his coat. “I got your message loud and clear. I just needed him away as long as possible because my head is killing me.”

Taking a pull of his cigarette, he looks into the distance. My heart squeezes in my chest as this isn’t the message I intended for him to get.

Yet, I was never the type to give such messages.

I wouldn’t deserve to be this type of woman, and he surely is better off without me troubling him with all my emotional baggage.

It’s shoved deeply down, and this is where it should stay.

I really can’t risk having it spilled just because I can’t seem to keep my emotions in check with him.

And still, my tongue itches to ask him about his card and his text. About what he meant exactly.

I know that I’m being stupid, and I’m continuing to convince myself that I’m interpreting it wrong, as I’m just acting like a love-sick teenage girl.

So unprofessional.

Men would do anything fo