I couldn't move for a few seconds and just stood at the entrance of the dining room. All I could see was that tightness in his jaw and that look in his eyes. He looked… troubled.
Troubled…
Like what we did was hitting him, and he was having regrets.
It didn't matter what I smelled in his pheromones last night; the fact remained: he didn't want me anymore. Even now, he couldn't look at me. He didn't acknowledge me even though I kept staring at him. He just kept his eyes on his phone.
I tugged my coat tighter around me, turning to leave, but then I ran into Roman as he was stepping in.
“Kaidora,” he said softly, steadying me with a hand on my shoulder when I staggered back. I didn't know why, but I felt a bit of calm return to me as I caught a wisp of his pheromones. His were the on
