12| Freya

I lift up my brows, dumbfounded. Rafe pulls me close gently through my waist, wrapping his both arms around me. I snake my arms around his shoulders in reciprocation. Our feet are touching. I hear the audience applaud in the background as they see us posing for dancing.

"Loosen up your body to me. Do not force your back to move. Let me do it." He instructs me in my ear, "Stay close to me. I'll help as much as I can. Just bear it for five minutes then we'll stop."

I barely nod. He found out. He understood I'm in pain. Of course, I was obvious and he noticed.

I get it, that's why he offered me his arm and held me earlier. I can't tell if he knows or not the reasons behind my pains.

He saw me that day at the apartment with a mop brush and bucket, but that didn't explain that I was doing housekeeping for a week and more.

That thought lessens my embarrassment. No one has to know what I do to release my stresses.

I bring my attention to the dance again and listen to what Rafe said. I ti