Chapter 21

(Dylan’s POV)

I let her work for a while, monitoring every move of hers that I can until I’m sure others are already looking at me like a creep before going back to get some extra things done. I do this pathetic in and out, to and fro journey until even I begin to doubt the validity of my own sanity.

‘What are you even doing?’ I murmur to myself. Watching her will do her no good and it just lowers my own productivity, not to talk of the fact that people would be looking for ways to contact the cops if they paid attention to me for more than a minute and noticed how seventy-five percent of the time was devoted to enslaving my eyes to her form.

We had ended things weeks ago but her pregnancy unified us once again. The problem comes in defining this relationship. What is it?

Are we friends?

Lovers again?

Is she just the mother of my baby?

There’s only one way to find out how she really feels about me and that’s by asking Ava is too crass and de