Our Bodies Can't Lie

I wasn’t a saint, but I was determined to keep myself in the right as much as possible. I shouldn’t have taken my anger and stress out on him after he went to such lengths to help me. No matter how much influence he had, it must have taken some effort if not a lot of effort to publicize my work like that.

“I told you just now, it’s fine,” Hayden said flatly.

“No, it isn’t…” I murmured.

Hayden shook his head at me, and he probably thought that I was a very stubborn girl. Perhaps, I was.

“Next time, if you find it hard talking to me, you can start by texting me,” Hayden suggested.

“But it’s not the same…” I countered.

“Of course, it’s not the same but it’s good to start out somewhere,” he replied.

“No. I’m not going to take the easy way out. I’ll keep talking to you…until…I can figure it out…or get used to it…” I said with determination.

However, I still found it hard to meet his gaze when we’re having difficult conversations like these, and I found my gaze shifting elsewhere as