Thirty-Seven
“Nowhere, Max. This relationship is going nowhere.” Freya dropped her gaze to his chest, not wanting to face the reality of what she was about to do to him. “We don’t belong together.”
“I know you said you don’t want anything serious, but—”
She flinched at his words and glanced at his cheeks suddenly hollow and pale, his lips parted, as if he wanted to finish his thought but couldn’t. Like he now recognized her aversion to the topic at hand.
Yet, barely a second of silence had passed before he replied, hinting that maybe he’d known this conversation was coming and had already planned his rebuttal.
So, she helped him out, making sure he would have no further doubts about what she wanted.
“You’re right, I don’t want anything serious. Actually, I don’t want anything. I can’
