Reena POV
“You can talk to me,” he said softly as he pulled me to sit next to him on the edge of the bed. “It’s nothing, really.” He lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him, “I call bullshit. Spill.” How does he know…well probably from my apparent panic attack a few seconds ago, but it feels like he always knows what I’m feeling. “We can sit here all night if you want,” he said teasingly. I took a deep breath and unlocked my phone before handing it to him.
His grip tightened on my thigh as he continued clicking through messages. I laid my hand on top of his, grabbing his attention, “Sorry,” he muttered as he let go and stood up. I could all but see the anger emanating from him. He paced around the room; the only sound that could be heard was his heavy breathing. I stared at the floor a
