Chapter 65

OPHELIA A lexandros stares out the kitchen window, his white shirt straining against the muscles in his broad shoulders and his battered briefcase sitting on the counter beside him. I chew on my bottom lip, wanting to speak to him, but I’m not sure where we stand. Last night, he was so open with me. So tender and sweet. He appears much more like his usual self this morning though. “What is it, Ophelia?” I roll my eyes. Of course he knows I’m standing here. I pluck at a stray thread on the hem of my tank top. “I-I have Greek history today.” He doesn’t turn around. “I am well aware.” I don’t know what I expected him to say, but I want him to say more than that. “So I guess I’ll see you there?” “If you are continuing with your studies, then yes, you will.” I hoist my backpack onto my shoulder. “Your lessons will begin immediately after your last class of the day is over.” “With you?” I blink away a tear. How can he treat me so coldly when only a few hours ago I was sleeping in his bed? In