Healing Melody (Very Slow Updates)

21. Insufferable Antics

I wasn't born an introvert, in fact, no one is born with a specific trait.

The events that happen in our lives play a bigger role in shaping our personalities than you might think possible.

They say when life gives you lemons, make lemonade or some bullshit like that, all in all—each creative version ends with a positive message.

But what do you do when life gives you shit?

Throw it back at life? If you don't mind getting your hands dirty in the process then by all means, go ahead.

But being the clean freak that I am, what did I do?

I paved a path over said shit.

I had to give up the life I planned out for myself and make a new one, but most importantly, I never let myself be caught unaware again, hence why I limited human interaction as best as I could.

That is, until life gave me durians—deadly on the outside but heavenly on the inside—if only you'd brave the thorns, you'd be able to enjoy the fruit.

What I'm saying is, despite knowing what kind of danger being involved with Galan presents, the reward of being close to him outweighs it.

I mean, his passionate kisses definitely do.

The microsized chip in the pale yellow paint on the wall on the other side of my office is by no means interesting, but I've been staring at it like it is.

My elbows are propped on my work desk, my palms holding my chin which curve upwards to my numb cheeks, a result of all the stupid smiling.

When I recall the way Galan's lips had moved against mine last Saturday as I straddled him, and how he'd pulled my hips closer against his until I could feel his arousal pressing into my core, I close my eyes and let out an involuntary moan.

"A normal person would be scared shitless looking at you right now, but it's a good thing I'm not a normal person."

My eyes fly wide open as my head snaps to the right, taking in Maisie who's leaning against the door frame holding a stack of files with a look of amusement. I rub my cheeks in embarrassment at being caught dirty-thinking.

"So, things going well with the Siberian husky I presume?" She grins with a tinge of coyness.

That nickname is gonna stick.

"Mhm." I spin in my chair gleefully, uncaring that I look like a little child in front of who was once only an employee to me.

"There's a reason we created a group chat, Ria. We want details," she raises both brows for emphasis.

I roll my eyes at the thought of our group chat named 'Manslayers'.

And you can guess which genius came up with it.

"I'd rather tell you both in person. Texting is such a hassle." My leg kicks out to stop the momentum of my chair so that I'm facing Maisie.

When she walks deeper into my office, I rotate my chair following her path. She leans her bum against the back of my 'therapy armchair' a few feet away, now directly standing in front of me.

"Jess will be filming in Switzerland for the whole week, remember?"

I wince. "Oh, right. Sorry, slipped my mind. Well, we could still hang out, just the two of us?"

Talking with the both of them has become one of the things I look forward to these days, but Maisie dumps a bucket of ice cold water on me just then.