CHAPTER 113: CONTROL

FREYA’S POV:

“…or are you just clumsy, Freya?”

I’m taken aback by how someone can be so unbearably heartless and ruse one second and then, in the next one, he sounds so gentle and sweet.

And then, this position we’re in, where I’m so close to his face.

I force my eyes to look away while I blush uncontrollably and respond.

“I guess, it’s part of my subtle charm.” The words leave my mouth without me even thinking.

Once they do, I feel even more stupid.

What was that? Am I really trying to sound cool even in this situation?

He probably finds it as cheesy as I do.

But he chuckles.

Laughing, and again, it’s genuine and not forced.

He gently sets me on my feet and puts more distance between us. While I still feel heat on my cheeks, most of my anger has long dissipated, leaving me flustered and clueless on what to say or do next.

“Don’t leave.” He mutters suddenly, almost inaudible.

I second guess the words I hear leaving his lips and even the almost desperate tone behind them.

“Excuse me?