F R E Y A
He followed me into the kitchen, where I poured myself another glass of wine.
"You want some?" I asked, holding up the bottle.
He shook his head, leaning against the counter. "And I think you've had enough too."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Is your highness going to lecture me on how to drink?" I asked, taking a large gulp of wine.
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Can you please just stop being difficult for a minute and listen to me? You're the one who wanted to talk."
"Fine. Talk. But if you're here just to f**k me, then you can go right back to wherever you came from." I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'm sorry. For everything. I know it doesn't mean much, but I am truly sorry. Everything started feeling too ove
