[94] GO FUCK YOURSELF

The beautiful view we passed on our way to our camp was extraordinary. But the whole feeling paused Immediately, my mind had processed the bearer of the face standing by the sidewalk as the cart pulled to a stop was unexpectedly shocking.

"Cuba?". I gasped.

"And Michael". Steven said as we walked to them.

"Mr. Cuba will assign you to your rooms". Micheal said before leaving us with Cuba.

"This way". Cuba gestured his hand to an opened door, and Steven headed inside, he was so in love with everything around here that he didn't realize the sudden shift in my mood. My mood has been killed and I felt like rewinding time and stopping Cuba from being here. I knew he took a leave from work, but I didn't expect his return to be sooner. I glared at him and noticed a weird smile on his lips.

"Miss me?". He said and then walked.

"In your dreams". I snapped.

"We are here". He said, halting Steven from walking past the room. "This is your room". He said as he pushed the door open.