Freya’s pov
I barely slept. What Andrew said kept repeating themselves in my mind.
“I want to kill Niall,” He said it like it was nothing.
Like he was talking about the weather, not someone’s life.
But that is not what scared me at all.
What scared me was my reaction to what he said.
I agreed with him.
I stood there and agreed with him.
I mean, I didn’t say it’s okay, but I didn’t fight him tooth and nail on the matter.
That is almost the same thing as agreeing with him, right?
I opened my eyes and then looked at him.
Sharing a bed with him was supposed to be temporary, just part of the arrangement.
But the longer it drags on, the more normal it feels for me.
I smiled when I remembered his smile when he was talking about what I did with the car.
This is what I like about
