37. LET’S MEET TONIGHT

Lena rolled on the bed, stretching her hand to the side of the bed Darian always occupied but it was empty.

She let out a small yawn and relaxed her back on the headboard. She was certain he had slept in his study or somewhere around the house; she had woken up every minute to check if he was close, but she didn't feel his presence like she always did. She clasped her hands together and pressed her lips into a tight frown.

She wanted to apologize but he treated her badly, he told her to get out of his office, he broke the friendship they were trying to build and he didn't care about her feelings either. She hung her legs on the bed, laid on her back, and covered her head with the duvet.

She felt his presence in the room, but the duvet remained on her head, not revealing her face. She peeped out to check what he was doing, she sighed and watched as he pulled out his sweaty shirt and pants, his back was turned to her making him oblivious of the staring exercise she was doing to his bod