CHAPTER SIX: An Agreement Neither of Us Meant
~Zella's POV~
I went back to my room and sat on the edge of the bed and hated myself quietly for about ten minutes.
Not for what had happened in the hotel room , I had made my peace with that, or at least I was working on it. What I hated was my face. Specifically the way it refused to behave like a normal human face when Evander Ashford was within twenty feet of me. The redness. The heat. The complete inability to maintain eye contact for longer than three seconds before something in my chest started doing things I had no name for and my eyes dropped to the floor like they were trying to save me from myself.
I lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling and made the catastrophic mistake of letting my mind drift back to the hotel room.
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