บท 54: Chapter 54: SILLA

I’m going to melt right into this seat or combust, whichever comes first. Not because of the question, not even the tone of his voice, but the way he looked at me just then. Like the wink, it was a bit disarming. I happened to catch Chantal’s eye, and the glare she gave me was as good as a kick under the table; it loosened my tongue that had tied itself in knots. “I didn’t do anything much, just hung around the house.”

I suck at this. I’m the one who opened the door, but now I have no idea what to do next. My heart felt sick, no, not sick; it was just beating in an odd way. It was my nerves that were making me ill. “Eat your dinner.” Why is he whispering everything? It makes it seem like we’re the only two people in the room.