Chapter Twelve

I never thought someone like Sasha would be word and emotion perfect like she was today. She just seemed too perfect to me, too good for that.

Her steps came closer to the spot where I was standing before she finally came fully into view. If I thought she was broken and crying, that was a big underestimation. She had her composure together, head held high, as usual, only a small sign that she might have been crying.

“Hey,” I attempted a greeting, throwing one of my best smiles.

Her pupils dilated for a second, probably in disbelief. Then her eyes began to dance around my whole frame. She looked at my legs, waist, chest, stomach, hair, everywhere except my face. Her expression was disgust and disdain, with her mouth curved upwards.

“You are trying to pat a snake with your bare feet?” she asked, still eyeing me with a face mirrored in disgust.

I looked down to confirm what would have pissed her so much in my body.

“Your face, I can’t look at it, it might pop up in my dreams and give