Chapter 30. Caught Red-Handed

KEIRA’s POV

It was the day after my long morning session at Clint’s home.

Natasha and I were having a Game of Thrones marathon. We were both on the L-shaped couch in the apartment and while she was wholly focused on the tv, I was zoned out, thinking about the assignment that was due on Monday. And the worry that I haven't gotten started on the summaries that I needed to finish. Plus a myriad of other things eventually made everything on the screen slowly become a blur.

Actually, that was a lie. The assignments and summaries were a huge distraction from the jarring thoughts about my session with Clint and the fact that I would not see him again until after two weeks. That seemed like torture.

It was a Friday and I did not have many activities going on other than a few classes I had chosen to skip. I glanced at my phone severally, hoping for a text from Clint telling me that he was not leaving anymore. That he had been pulling my legs and he would continue fuck