I sighed, as I dried my hair with a towel. The strands stuck to my skin, and I tried to ignore the frustration bubbling beneath the surface. I swear to God, Heinrich was only seconds away from driving me completely insane. His unpredictable, messed up personality was the worst. One moment he was acting all nice and soft—touching me gently, holding me like he cared—and the next second? Cold, distant, snappy, like I’d said something to offend the gods.
It was exhausting. Mentally, emotionally, physically exhausting. I don’t even know what to think anymore. Every time I started to get comfortable around him, every time I began to think maybe—just maybe—this could work, he’d flip the script. Like clockwork. He’d act like a complete asshole and remind me exactly why I shouldn't get too close.