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.

punch in the stomache when I felt him tense beneath me. I quickly removed my

now

you insist" I said. My hands did ache, after

I was surprised that he was driving

it was quiet. But then he

how come you're living with your mother now, I never

because she's 'too old' so she's going to find a normal job. I'm just glad she's back for good

do you mean 'this time'?"

shoulder. I tried to convince her not to go but she was adamant and wanted to 'serve her county' plus, we were tight

tight on money? I could help you

I mean we don't necessarily have a lot, but I'm

to find him staring at me intensely. The dull expression he wore was no

rest of the journey was

to the

opened and he walked me to my door and

scratch his stubble

get going, it's late"

about to say something but decided not

"Yeh,okay", he nodded

to go. He was supposed to apologise for being and asshole and ask me to

down the hall when I finally decided to take control

stopped and turned around and

sometime?" I stared down, not

He hesitated before answering.

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