Chapter 63
Dom leaves the room, closing the door right behind him and encapsulating Harry and I on the bedroom. In the moment it closes, it's like the air becomes thicker, heavy silence falling over our shoulders. With the corner of my eye, I see Harry slowly standing up from the bed. I still don't know if I'm ready to face him yet. So I turn my head to the other side, averting of his gaze and I hear when he sighs. "Billie, please, look at me." Ignoring him, I take a few strides towards the bed, sitting at the edge of it and looking down to my lap. The headache I had before was gone during the shower, but I can sense it's coming back to haunt me faster than bullet. Harry hesitates before sitting right next to me, close enough so I can feel the mattress moving under his weight, but not so close so
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