Chapter 11

BRIANNA'S POV

MY mind fleeted, as diverse thoughts crept into the tiny patches tore open by anxiety and fear. If there was anyone not convinced about the whole situation it was certainly me and perhaps a little bit of Michelson as I could see the uncertainty in him as well though just a flicker of it.

"Things you need to know quickly!" I said as soon as we were making our way out, my parents waved at us from behind.

I turned to wave at them before taking ginger steps down the stairway out of our house, at least he was gentleman enough to help me with my bags.

"I love my spaces, I hate cold meals, don't get all clingy around me for now, I …"

"Is that not enough?" He said and rolled his eyes.

I knew the type of man he was, he was one that certainly does not like being told what to do.

I wondered where that put him in my mind because we are the polar opposite. I lived telling people what to do though I am not harsh about it and he on the other hand was just being himself"Michelson Trevo