Chapter 8
Emily Monroe
“Hey!”
Stiles's smiles warmed its way into my heart as I walked into the living room, but I tried to stay composed.
“Hey! You’re here.” I smiled nervously, barely meeting his gaze.
“Yeah,”
The atmosphere was oddly awkward. I could feel my heart hammering hard against my chest, with every thump heavier than the last.
Yes, I was in love with Stiles. These few years that I've spent with him have changed my perspective about the way I see things. He made me realise what it feels like to really be loved, but I couldn't risk it. I didn't want to make the same mistake again.
“I have an important appointment with a new client, and I need to look my best. Do you mind coming with me to shop for some clothes? You might have better taste than me,”
I smiled and nodded
