SEVENTY THREE

JORDAN

I cracked.

“It’s crystal clear you’re out of your mind.” I swallowed the bitterness at the back of my throat, the words piercing through my insides.

His utterance caught me unaware.

Of everything I was expecting to tumble out of Nathan’s mouth, it had to be this. Now I can’t be so sure he’s not drunk. He can’t be somber and attack me straightforwardly.

“Why do you seem so surprised?” He nudged at my conscience and all I did was snap him a warning look.

“The fact you say whatever comes out of your mouth without the slightest review does nothing than amaze me. Stop speaking nonsense.” I said. I crossed my hands in hope he takes the bait. And at least shut up.

“Really?” He dropped his hands from my shoulder and asked for confirmation. I nodded stiffly not meeting his eyes.

“Then explain this. An assignment surely doesn’t involve hanky-panky.” He lifted up some rough bedsheet out of nowhere and narrowed his eyebrow. I tensed, my mouth pressed in a thin line.

“Isn’t it high t