Chapter 90

I stood in the kitchen, gripping the handle of the coffee mug tightly, my fingers shaking as I mixed it.

The tension in the air was almost palpable, suffocating me with its weight. How could I have allowed him inside? My mind raced with self-criticism, regretting the hasty decision I'd made moments ago.

With each stir, I cursed myself for being so impulsive. This was a mistake—a grave one, at that. Yet, no amount of regret could undo my actions now.

I just allowed him in. Fuck it.

Inhaling deeply, I fought to compose myself. Erasing any trace of emotion from my face, I managed a neutral expression as I poured the coffee into the mug.

It's too late to regret my impulsive decision. I had already embarrassed myself too much.

Approaching him, I handed the steaming cup, careful to maintain an air of collected composure. My heart was pounding in my chest that I could literally hear it in my own ears.

I silently cleared my throat.

Sitting opposite him in the living room, I tried to exude an