Chapter 60
Melanie’s POV
I heard him before I spotted him through the corner of my eye, the world’s biggest asshole.
I tightened my grip on the painting I was hanging up, trying my best to seem composed despite myself.
“Who let you in here?” I asked him.
“Can we talk?” Idris asked.
“No. Leave,” I said plainly without sparing him a glance.
“Melanie, please.” His tone dropped, almost pleading, and it tugged at something small inside me.
I looked around; there was no one else in sight, and I knew he wouldn’t walk away just because I told him, so I caved.
“Fine, you have three minutes,” I said.
I reluctantly peeled my eyes off the painting and turned to face him. I regretted the decision almost instantly. My eyes landed on his, and the softness in them, paired with how close he was
