Clara
I buried my face against my pillow the moment I entered my apartment.
Then screamed.
Not loudly.
Just enough to release the humiliation currently destroying my soul.
“Oh my God.”
I rolled dramatically across my bed before grabbing the nearest pillow and smashing it against my face.
Why was I like this?
Why did Reig always make me malfunction like a broken appliance?
And most importantly
Why did I practically expose myself earlier?
“How was I supposed to react?”
Disgusting.
Horrifying.
Mortifying.
I sounded jealous.
Because I was jealous.
And the worst part?
Reig knew.
I groaned loudly again.
Maybe I should move countries.
That sounded reasonable.
I grabbed my phone from my bedside table out of habit.
Then paused.
Why was I even checking it?
I literally blocke
