Pure Perfection

JULIANA'S POV

"Do you need any help"

I turned around to meet meet the emerald green eyes of Tyberias. He looked handsome as ever, but I didn't miss the look of tiredness that washed over his face. My eyes ran up and down his body and I realised that he was dressed in an all black suit, even his shirt was black. Weird.

When I was about to accept his offer, I remembered how he didn't even bother to text me back

"No. I'm fine." I snapped and began to walk away before he lightly grabbed by wrist and began to reach for my bags.

"Let me help" he said taking the bags from my grasp.

"I said I'm fine" I replied pulling my bags back with too strong of a force causing one of my bags to fall on the floor.

More specifically , my Victoria's Secret bag, revealing the lingerie I had just bought.

I quickly bent down, shoving the underwear in the bag, my embarrassment evident on my face. I heard him clear his throat before speaking

"Why won't you let me help you?"

"Why didn't you texted me back?" Oh god, I sound so desperate right now.

I saw him sigh.

"Look, it's been a tough few weeks. I was busy"

My anger slowly disappeared as noticed how tired he really looked. It seemed like he hadn't shaved in days and his hair was slightly messier than it usually was. His eyes didn't have the familiar friendliness that I was used to, instead they looked cold and empty.

"What happened?" I asked, deciding to place my right hand on his arm.

in the stomache when I felt him tense beneath me.

about now

I said. My

led me to his expensive car. I was surprised that he was driving this time instead

quiet. But

you're living with your mother now, I never

She says she's not going back because she's 'too old' so she's going to

you mean

got sent home because she was shot in the shoulder. I tried to convince her not to go but she was adamant and wanted to 'serve her county' plus, we were

still tight on money? I could

now. I mean we don't necessarily have a lot, but I'm grateful because we're fortunate enough to be

him to find him staring at me intensely. The dull expression he

of the

the button to take us to the 7th floor. I stared in

opened and he walked me to my door and handed my

scratch his stubble

going, it's

about to say

"Yeh,okay", he nodded

was supposed to apologise for being and asshole and

down the hall when I finally decided to

loud. He stopped and turned

you maybe want to go out again sometime?"

He hesitated before answering.

much as I want to say yes, I don't think that's a good