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Lena’s POV
I came down the stairs, pausing as I saw him outside chopping wood like we hadn’t nearly crossed every single line hours earlier. We hadn’t talked about the kiss, of the almost-s*x on the counter. I made myself a quick cup of coffee and stood at the window with my coffee and watched him, shirtless, swinging that axe like he was trying to sweat the guilt out of his body.
He turned back, as if he felt my gaze on him, and froze, his mouth tightening before he turned back and continued chopping the wood harder than before.
I sighed, turning around and walking away. The silence between us was weird as the day went on. He kept his distance and I kept pretending that I want checking to see if he was looking at me.
He wasn’t, or he was good at hiding it.
By late afternoon, I cou
