HIRAM’S POV:
Getting through this dinner is one of the most difficult tasks I’ve faced in a long time. Although we finished eating about ten minutes ago and Juniper cleared the table, the image of her slurping those noodles is still vivid in my memory.
“I need to freshen up,” she says, rising to her feet and slinging her bag over her shoulder. I watch her turn right, disappearing behind a door I assume leads to her bedroom.
A sigh escapes my lips as I finally break free from my seat. I can’t believe I sat here for almost an hour without realizing how uncomfortable it was. I walk to the couch in the living area and sink into it, staring at the empty wall.
Part of me wants to know what happened with her roommate, but another part doesn’t want to pry into her business.
I lean back, closi
