FREYA HUNTER POV
Yesterday, still felt fresh in my head, and the image of Rain on our bed stayed rent-free in my head. I tried to ignore the agonizing pain I’ve been feeling since our break. I felt like screaming at myself that it had only been a day, yet it felt like an eternity.
“Freya,” Kian called, his voice low and commanding. He blocked my way, grabbing my hands.
I moved away from him and his delicious smell. “What do you want?”
“Can we please talk?” He begged. He had dark circles around his eyes and looked like he didn’t sleep last night, far from the clean and handsome boy image he had.
“Yes, we will talk, but on my terms." I wasn’t ready for any conversation.
“When will you be ready for it? Let’s fix a date.”
Students nearby whispered, glancing at us. I knew they were talki
