Nan’s POV
A cold war had broken out in the house.
Weeks had passed since our kiss. We could barely stand to be in the same room as each other. I tried not to speak to him unless I had no choice.
If he walked into a room I was in, I would try and find an excuse to exit. I knew he must have been doing the same. My emotional state is in shambles.
The pain in my chest is back tenfold. Some nights I just want to lay in bed and cry. Others had me subconsciously walking in the direction of Lionel’s office.
To apologize…to finish our fight…I do not know. I feel crazed. Even David’s mercenary breaking up and stealing my best friend had not made me feel this much.
But I will not apologize. Not first. Not this time.
And it seems that neither will Lionel. In this, perhaps our matching stubbo
