~ ROSELLE ~
A few minutes after Nikolai leaves, Ronan strolls in.
My heart lurches in my chest as I take him in. He looks like a complete mess. Even though he seems to have showered, his eyes are puffy, with dark circles beneath them, as though he hasn't slept in days.
"Good morning. I... I only came to grab my things. I'll be out of your way in a jiffy," he says quietly, avoiding my gaze as he walks toward his walk-in closet.
I slowly rise from the desk where I'd been pretending to write, my mind racing as I search for the right words. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I was scared. None of them sound good enough.
Goddess... his scent wraps around me the moment I step closer, making it even harder to think. I don't want this to sound like a pity apology. I need him to know that if I'm apo
