Chapter 21

I banged smoothly on Ragnar's door. I peaked in to know Ragnar sitting on the bite of his pad, running his grasp through his hair stressfully. " Are vou angry at me?" He asked with a certain susceptibility in his voice." No, are you angry at me?" I asked nervously. He shook his head, no. I walked up to him but not before making his door." I could not kill you indeed if I demanded to" Ragnar conceded vulnerably." I see"| rubbed his reverse whilst standing beside him see he is hurting from his maters death; it's making him suppose and portray irrationally. Ragnar's shirt was out and for the first time ever he was in sweatpants. His space was tenebrous and the only source of light was the sunshine peaking through the heavy black drapes. He sat up and I knew without him indeed having to interrogate that he demanded a clinch. I held him as near as I conceivably could; He was consequently warm. He rested his head on my shoulder as he breathed sluggishly and heavily." do not like seeing y