He barely touched his food. His appetite was non-existent. The moment he brought the first bite to his mouth, it tasted like nothing, his stomach twisted too tightly to even consider forcing himself to eat.
His mind kept replaying everything over and over again: the way she had spoken, so pragmatic, so distant, like their bond was just a mere arrangement to be negotiated rather than something sacred, something divine.
And the way she had reacted to his kiss, the way her breath had caught, the way her body had melted for that brief, perfect moment before she yanked herself back behind her carefully crafted walls.
He couldn’t stand it.
Suddenly, he pushed his chair back, the legs scraping against the floor as he stood, his movements sharper than intended. A few heads turned in his dire
