Chapter 68 How It Feels

• Zayd didn’t come home. No matter how long Quinn tried to keep her droopy eyes open, he did not walk through that door. ‘Had her words angered him that much?’ she continuously wondered until eventually, those eyes fluttered shut, only opening again when the daylight glistened bright through the thin curtains, illuminating her flawless tanned skin and the rest of the room.
• The first thing she did was look around for any signs of him, and when she found none, her heart dropped and the little hope she had of finding his arms wrapped around her vanished as though it was not there.
• With a sigh, she sat up, flinging the sheets aside. Last night, he hadn’t given her enough time to explain. He kept pushing her away; something only she’d done to him.