My breath immediately shortened in his presence. The shivering in my legs and rolls of fear crashing in my stomach did not help. Closing the door behind me, I wished Phoebe did take me away.

Mordecai was seated on my couch. Waiting for me.

I walked forward, trying my best not to meet his eyes again, and went to the other side of the coffee table. I sat down on the chaise and, in horror, realized my dress was dirty. Again. I’m in front of him again for the second time in a row ...