Eight

Zach's POV

"Don't. Zach, even if you're the last man on earth and I needed to be saved, I'd rather die than let you touch me." Naya's words continued ringing in my head, as I quietly got off her.

Normally, something like that wouldn't have hurt me at all, but I didn't know why that particular sentence of hers was hurting me so much.

I didn't show the hurt that I was feeling on my face, I only let out a small sigh before leaving her alone with her thoughts in my room.

The next few months in my life are going to be the longest months of my life, I can already feel it.

When I left the room, I started walking slowly to the dinner room. I wasn't interested in having dinner at all, because I knew that things were going to be awkward between Naya and I.

She is one of the weirdest women I have ever met. It's weird.

I started walking really fast, and I was in the dining room in no time.

My father was already seated there, and with the way he was scanning everywhere with his eyes, I didn't thin