#Chapter36 A War is Coming

"Something." I mumble with lack luster and catch a slight hint of a cute boy smile from him, making him handsomer. Amused at me for giving him attitude, and it serve's 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 into high alert, even when I feel like this. Pushing my bitterness aside and letting his warmer mood seep in.

"You asked me a question downstairs. You asked me if I even remembered you." It's softly spoken, the way...