Stephanie's POV
I stood there staring at Myron like he was a bad dream I couldn't wake up from.
He just kept looking at me, eyes soft, mouth half open. The hallway light made his face look too perfect, like always. I hated that face right now.
"If you've got nothing to say, I'm locking you out," I said, voice low so Jolina wouldn't wake.
He blinked, like he just remembered how to talk. "Sorry. I… I got lost looking at you. You're so beautiful, I couldn't help but stare."
I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. "Goodbye, Myron."
I started closing the door. He stuck his foot in and pushed his way inside before I could stop him. My body went tight. I dropped into a fighting stance, knees bent, fists ready. There's no way I'm letting him have his way.
He lifted both hands high. "Truce! I come in peace, Steph. I swear."
I didn't move. "There was never a war between us. Why do you need a truce?"
