Page 87 of Introvert
"Everything alright?"
I held out my hands. "Yeah, I just…wanted to bring you this."
He arched a brow. "An empty ice bucket?"
Looking down, I realized he was right. "Oh sorry," I mumbled. "I forgot the ice."
"Princess."
"I'll just go—"
"Aurora." He put a hand on my wrist, and I paused. "You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah," I said and blinked. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"You're shaking," he pointed out.
Was I?
Looking down, I sawthat yes. Yes, I was. My whole body was filled with little quakes.
I shook my head.
When did that start?
"Why don't you come in and sit for a second?"
"I don't want to disturb you," I protested weakly.
He scoffed and ushered me inside.His room was an exact replica of my own.
"Something funny?"
"Depends on your definition." Felix and I sat on the small sofa. He still held my hand, weaving his fingers slowlywith mine. "When you got here, I was about to come check on you."
My breath caught. "Really?"
"Yeah, couldn't sleep."
"Me neither," I said.
Turning our hands, my eyes moved over his bruised knuckles, and I winced.
"Areyouokay?"
Felix shrugged like it was nothing. "Yeah."
"But your hand…"
"Will be fine."
I gently touched his reddened skin, careful not to injure him further.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
"Nah," he said, "I've had worse."
Though he delivered the words convincingly, I couldn't stop staring. It hurt me to see him like this, to know I was the cause.I knew he had to be in pain.That man who wouldn't take no for ananswer was really to blame. I knew that deep down. But I still felt guilty.
