Chapter 83: Eighty One

With that, he got out of the car and went inside, leaving Sansa feeling a contradictory mix of happy, confused, and angry. Happy because he made her that way with these little things he did. Confused because although she told herself she didn't want to be with him, she wasn't so sure of that anymore. And angry because she didn't want him to make her happy…or did she?

  Hell, she needed to get her shit together. Needed to remind herself just why she was refusing him. She spent most of her morning at work trying to do just that, but he blew that out of the water when another gift arrived from him. Not anything romantic or expensive or corny. No. It was a Dead Fred pen holder. If you stabbed the red chunk of silicone rubber that was shaped like a dead body, it would hold the pen right there just like that.