Esam's POV.
“She doesn't want me. I read her mind.”
“No. That's not true. She's probably crept out by what you told her.” Mekka was on the other line of the call.
“I was too when I learnt of your superpower. Everyone would be. No one likes to have their thoughts read. Privacy, everyone likes privacy.”
It made sense what Mekka said but still…
“I offered her a ride and she declined.”
“She probably needs space. Come on, Esam. It's barely been an hour since you told her you can hear her thoughts, no one wants that. Cut her some slack.”
I titled my steering wheel to the left, swerving my car into the direction of my estate.
I was almost home, my body tired and aching from the stressful day.
I had just one thing left to do after the call with Mekka of course.
A shower.
Nothing sounded
