TWENTY-ONE!!... NATHANIEL?

His hand fell from his chest and he approached me in slow strides.

I took a step back instinctively as he drew closer, and he flinched when he noticed my withdrawal.

“Hannah,” he began, “can we talk?”

I hesitated, staring into his deep blue eyes, which always held so much warmth from day one, and my heart fluttered at…his gorgeousness. Just the gorgeousness.

But I shook my head after a few beats.

“I'm not really in the mood for talking,” I replied curtly, my gaze dropping back to the book in my hands.

We had nothing to discuss

I was tired of them getting all over me and then acting all cold the next second.

Damon's brow furrowed, “Hannah, I know you're upset, and I'm sorry if I've done something to contribute to that.”

I sighed, closing the book and placing it back on the shelf.

“It's not about you, Damon. I just don't want to talk to you now. I'm really not in the mood,”

Damon nodded,

“I get it. And I respect that. I guess we will talk whenever you feel like it,”

I gave him a curt