Leyla’s POV
Greg opens the door, goosebumps on my skin, and without turning my back on him, my body informs me it’s him and I don't look at him. Linda's words still ring in my brain.
Mixed feelings overflow my body, in each inch of my blood vessels is a mix of hurt and pleasure. My brain and ego hurt more in my body; because this is not me, this is not supposed to be like this.
Love is meant to make you happy and ten long years should be enough for these feelings to have decomposed.
I need to put my s**t together. I pause before composing myself to continue with work, but my mind is not in a good place to do so.
“How is the progress?” He is so close in a situation we are both watching the same screen. “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to pry at what you are working on the screen.” He takes
