Lexie POV
I take a quick glance at Derek every two seconds, or maybe every second. He has been quiet after telling me how my voice claimed his demons. He said it so casually, yet my heart raced faster than normal as his words echoed around my head.
I wonder what happened that made him react that way. It is the most vulnerable state I have seen him in as a whole. I am a bit happy that I could help, but I can't stop thinking of how frightened he looked when the plane started.
Maybe that is why he did not want to go with me. Our driver dropped us off at a hotel in Santorini.
Immediately we get to our room, Derek immediately dashes into the washroom without sparing me a glance. He comes outside later, drying his hair while water trickles down his body.
I stand opposite him, glaring at him
