Chapter 16

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Reena was so mad at Rowan. Not because of what happened during the camping trip. Not because of him showing up at her house in the middle of the night. Not because he tried to buy her forgiveness with first edition books of her favourite authors and fancy chocolates.

No, Reena was mad at Rowan because for some reason he was all she could think about. All of their conversations from the past week flooded her brain, incessantly replaying over and over.

She could not stand him yet he was all she could think about. She kept on wondering why he was doing this all of a sudden. She had thought that it was all some kind of sick joke with his friends yet none of his friends had paid her any attention at camp. None of them snickered at her as she passed by and none of them pointed at her and laughed, which made her think that maybe Rowan had not told them anything.

The issue was not that she continuously thought about how much she hated him, no, the issue was that once she began to think about how much she hated him, she started thinking about him in other ways. Like how alluring his eyes were, or how tall he really was when he stood so close to her. Even just remembering the things he said to her was enough to make her blush. At the start she had been blushing out of embarrassment, but now that she thought about it, he had sounded sincere, and a small part of her actually felt flattered by some of the things he had said.

Reena stared at the gifts he had brought. She should throw them away or give them to someone else. But she just could not bring herself to do that. So instead of letting the chocolates go to waste. She allowed herself to try one. But due to her overall lack of self-control, eating one of them, turned into eating two, which turned into eating half of them. They had been heavenly. Reena had no clue how much the royal chocolatier got paid, but however much it was, he deserved more. She also had to concede that Rowan did have excellent taste in chocolates. 

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