MAYA
"Morning…" Desmond muttered in an awkward manner. I let out an inaudible sigh making sure I kept a safe distance from him.
"Morning." I whispered enough for him to hear before threading towards the fridge. I brought out a jar of milk and took a glass cup before filling it. As I took each gulp it became more and more obvious that his gaze was boring hole into me. My heart pace started rising and I suddenly felt an imaginary sensation gracing my cheeks. I couldn't even dare to look him in the eye.
"Can we talk?" He asked and a heavy sigh escaped my breaths. I dropped my cup on the cabinet, making sure my gaze remained fixated to the ceramic.
"About what?" I asked, knowing fully well what he was implying.
"Yesterday…" His voice trailed off and I felt guilt embrace me coldly.
"
