FREYA POV
“Stupid me.” I smirk, removing Steve’s hand from my neck.
Yes, the stupid one is me.
I’m stupid in a way that I always allow my body to control my brain.
I know Steve could make me melt with a single look, not to talk of touch.
But I should have thought twice. The Steve here is not that same Steve. Steve here is shattered. He looks broken.
Funny I didn’t notice that on time.
I straightened my back and looked at him. I could tell he was confused; he noticed the way my mood switched, the heat in the room suddenly turning into something else. I looked at him closely. Funny. He still had that hard fighter's frame, but his eyes were different.
“Freya,” he called.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
He pulled away a bit, his hand dropping to his side. He looked into my eyes with total confu
