My phone is still on the table, I did not dare to touch it, not until I will calm down. I'm shaking worse than last night. I still cannot believe that I already talked not personal and I'm in this state. How about if I already meet him, what will I be looked like? I just hope I can still present myself well in front of the man in my nightmare.
Sweetheart. The word causing me to react this way. Theo is calling me princess, and never did he call me that.
Sweetheart. It's familiar, the only word I vaguely remembered back that night. He was uttering it in our every move, the gliding of our body, the...and I jumped on my seat.
The phone rings with the familiar ringtone I did not yet change.
"Zach?"
"Stella! Did you manage last night? I'm sorry if I let you alone, sending home Theodore." He
