Sunday almost peacefully went by for Lina with no sign of Pete or his calls save the tormentous slip-in of the memories of his kiss and their heated escapade at the resort's balcony during the wedding.
She had barely thought about those moments since it happened, till after he kissed her again. Her body had burned and turned feverish all through the night, so much she had soaked in the tub till she paled white like a corpse.
Lina desired nothing more than to be away from Pete, as far away as possible without him gracing her day with his presence, and so far, she has been grateful for his absence.
It's been three days, and there had been no sight of him, no calls and the soft whisper of his voice into her ears.
Her words from the other night must have made him realise she would never accept or reciprocate his advances the way he believed he'd make her to.