Orla knew what he was talking about and that aggravated her annoyance. He didn't deem it fit to talk about his late brother and now he wanted to know about her family.
She chewed the inside of her cheeks and shrugged her shoulders. "We are not close, Callan. I don't feel comfortable telling you about my past."
The response pierced his chest, deeper than a cut. He tried to wave it off with a smile, but Orla glimpsed the mortification in his eyes.
"Will you tell me all about it if we're closer than this?" He asked.
She looked at him, studying him as he studied her. The smile was back on his face and the light in his eyes. She could melt by just staring at him.
"Callan. Everything that happened is in the past now, I don't think we should go over them again." She finally finished off the
