Why the fuck had I put on sweatpants?
Amateur mistake.
Her robe was folded over one arm while she walked reading a book, humming softly to herself, completely unaware she looked like every fantasy I’d ever had dragged into reality.
Gods.
She was adorable.
“Oh, hi,” she said brightly when she finally noticed me.
Her smile hit me like a physical blow.
“Hey,” I grunted automatically, dragging my expression back into its usual sullen mask.
Safer that way.
Necessary.
Because yes—I was absolutely fucked in the head over this girl.
And no—I really shouldn’t be.
For her sake and mine, I should absolutely walk away. End this. Here and now.
She was too good for me.
Too soft.
Too bright.
Too fragile.
And I was a disaster wrapped in celestial power and bad decisions.
I should tell her to forget the assignment.
Tell her to stay away from me.
Tell her I wasn’t safe.
But I didn’t.
Instead, I stood there in fucking sweatpants, hard as stone, greedy for every second she looked at me.
And the truth?
The really dangerous truth?
I didn’t think I would ever willingly give that up.
Not now.
Maybe not ever.
Chapter 5-Amrin
Day five of being tutored by Sten in Astronomy, and somehow I was actually getting better.
