Freya’s pov
I looked at him and I found myself melting under his soft gaze.
Not only that, but the way he said just one last time.
It wouldn’t hurt me to get one last night of good sleep.
“Okay,” I answered, and he seemed relieved.
I got on the bed and he did the same thing.
He didn’t hold me right away and seemed hesitant.
He reached out his hand, and I did the same until both our hands were touching.
“We have never really held hands,” he suddenly said, and I looked at him, confused.
What is he talking about?
Why is he suddenly bringing up holding hands in such a situation?
“We have, remember the day you introduced me as your girlfriend without my permission. You haven’t done it once but twice,” I pointed out.
He smiled, but I could tell that he didn’t feel sorry abou
