Back in the real world.
Ren was taking a shower to clear his head, but the water rolling over his skin and massaging his tired muscles weren't helping in getting his mind off from Evie.
One problem was solved, and another came in. It was never-ending.
His nerves were tearing him apart to call her or even just message her to know her reaction to the whole thing. But he would only appear pushy . . . right?
Evie should be the one to message him first. Besides, she was the one who was so adamant about exposing the truth out of his mouth. And when he did tell her, she just disappeared and left him hanging?
What the hell was that?
Was she mad? Embarrassed or just plain didn't care anymore?
Ren couldn't decide which was it, which was bothering him to no end.
His phone rang by the lavatory just beside the shower. He put it there so he'd know if Evie had left a message or called him. It was not like he was eager or expected anything . . .