Khael's POV
The rest of the week went by slowly and I still haven't heard from Han or seen him again.
Since that day, I had thought repeatedly about going to his Hotel to meet him because the silence was getting too much to bear, but I haven't mustered enough courage or probably it's too much pride that is making me rethink.
The awkwardness if we finally meet and I won't have anything to say to him or worse, he walks out on me again and what happened that night repeats itself.
I will be too mad to stay still, hence I haven't gone to seek him out.
"A dollar for your thought?" Ezra asked as he gently shook my shoulders.
"That's too cheap". I replied brushing aside the thought again, for the umpteenth time in a few days.
"Okay, hummmm
A heart for your thoughts?, don't worry about whose heart it would be. You can have mine". He replied and smiled his usual cheeky smile.
And at the mention of a heart, my thoughts derailed again.
"Heart, someone's heart".
