Arsalan was a mess. At least, that’s how he felt.
Staying in a room away from his quarters didn’t make things better. He was still angry, still felt shitty, and was pretty much taking it out on everyone he came into contact with.
‘After tonight, my mind will be free. I won’t be this restless.’ He tried to force himself to believe, but his heart rejected the thought.
Murad had spent an hour preaching about why he should speak to Stephanie before it was too late. Arsalan called his Major crazy and sent him on his way.
He then tried to shut out the advice by exercising. "To hell with this," he muttered, grabbing his towel after wearing himself out with push-ups and other tedious stunts.
His T-shirt was drenched through and through, clinging to his chiseled abdomen, and he couldn’t wait
