45. Fight

It was almost 2:00 am when Kayden stepped into his bedroom. He wasn’t expecting Eleanor to be awake yet she was. Eleanor was standing alone on the balcony and watching the plush green lawn before the house. His heart fluttered seeing her in his outfits.

She looked cuter in his clothes and the next time he would wear those pants and T-shirt; it would remind him of her. Damn!! He shouldn’t have suggested that Avery give his clothes to Eleanor. But he couldn’t see her spending the night in those drenched clothes either.

"What a lovely mess," Kayden remarked, his voice deliberately raised to catch Eleanor's attention.

She turned around, surprised to see him standing there. "I didn’t know you were waiting for me," he teased, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Otherwise, I would have come early to bed."

Eleanor rolled her eyes at his playful remark, her frustration evident in the furrow of her brow.

“Why are you so mean, selfish, and full of yourself?” she asked, her tone tinged wit