Eighty-Eight

Derek

“I’m here to talk about our bond.”

A frown crept up on my face as she mentioned the word bond. Why did she choose to visit my room without my consent? Besides, what made her think that I was interested in listening to whatever she had to say about the bond?

“What bond are you talking about?”

I furrowed as I walked further in, slowly closing the door. I wouldn’t want anyone else finding out about this shitty bond. Especially not Malcolm

“You know what I’m talking about,” she circled me as she spoke.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I lied, staring straight into her eyes.

“Really?” she laughed. “Do you not feel anything?” she touched my hand.

My body jolted as the current ran through me like sea waves. I stood still and made sure that my face showed no emotion. I wouldn’t let her know that she affects me.

“What are you doing?” I snarled, fighting the urge to push her away.