Canan's POV
I'm lying on my bed, eyes glued to the ceiling, mind somewhere else entirely. I've been here for hours. Just replaying the moment over and over. The look on her face when she pushed me out, the sound of the door slamming.
What is she doing right now? Is she packing her bags, planning to leave tomorrow? Or is she lying on her bed just like I am, trying to make sense of everything?
She looked really pissed. And I don't even have the balls to pick up my phone and call her.
My phone sits on the nightstand, mocking me. I've picked it up three times already, pulled up her contact, then put it back down.
She's definitely not going to answer anyway. She probably feels insulted after seeing me with Linda. After hearing Linda claim me as her mate while I just stood there like an i**
