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Nick
Day FiveShe was avoiding me.
Despite only knowing her for a few days, I could easily pinpoint her moods and this one was brimming with annoyance. The ‘get the hell away from me before I castrate you’ mood.
I’d made it back to our suite in the wee hours of the morning and instead of barging into the bedroom and waking Angel, I crashed on the sofa for a few uncomfortable hours of sleep.
The bedroom door was still closed when I woke, and I had contemplated knocking on it before grabbing my ski gear and hitting the slopes, figuring if she wanted to sleep in, then I was going to let her.
Besides, I hadn’t hit the slopes the entire time I was here.
And maybe after I was done her mood would’ve lifted and we could talk since I’d clearly put my foot in it.
After a few runs, I return
