Chapter 51

The room isn’t brightly lit, only glowing from candles in the far corner, seeing as I smashed every bulb in the house, so he casts a shadow over the both of us, making it near impossible to make him out. I shiver involuntarily at our close contact, instant goosebumps from his touch and his general effect on my body and soul. Cursing the Fates for making me crave his touch, even when I’m seething inside. “Something,” I mumble with lackluster and catch a slight hint of a cute-boy smile from him, making him more handsome. Amused at me for giving him an attitude, it serves the purpose of softening me a minuscule amount. I can’t deny the way contact with him always calms me, brings me instant peace when he’s not being a jerk, and sends my body and senses on high alert, even when I feel like this. Pushing my bitterness aside and let his warmer mood seep in. “You asked me a question downstairs. You asked me if I remembered you.” It’s softly spoken, the way a lover would whisper to you while h