The ceiling in his room had no crack.
How I never noticed it before was behind me. But then again, never have I been forced to say in this position long enough to notice it.
I didn't even remember moving. One second I was slumped against his office wall, sobbing and shaking; the next, Darius had carried me up here on the bed, his side in particular, making his scent drown me whole.
My face was sheet white…it felt sheet white but with contrast, hot blood rushes to my neck as my the scene in his office replayed in my head.
I had threw up in his office. IN HIS OFFICE.
And to make matter worse, I cried because of the tea. Cried in front of Darius because of JASMINE TEA.
To be fair, Rhea offered in my head, you really wanted it.
I know I do, I told her. Still embarrassing.
He carried you up here without complaining. And cleaned you up…..
Oh...the heat spread up to my face. Dont mention it.
"You need to stop moving."
