He looked really exhausted as if he had done a lot all day but I didn't look at him like one who had gone out to tend to pack duties. I was looking at him like the cheat he was except I wasn't being confrontational.
From where I sat, he looked at me strangely from head to toe.
"Didn't I tell you not to wait up?" he asked in a rather harsh tone.
I chose to ignore that and just stood up front my seat. Then I began to walk closer to him.
"You did. But I couldn't sleep," I responded, collecting his bag as I did so. I could smell the woman all over him and it disgusted me. "Go and take a shower. I'll go get you your dinner."
"I'm not hungry," he bluntly responded. I should be used to it — his tone, but I can't. The mate bond was stronger than whatever I was supposed to actually feel whenever he spoke to me like this.
I didn't say a word but went up to our chamber with his bag. He followed suit and then went to take a shower almost immediately after he got into our chamber.
For a long time, I stared at the bag I collected from him. I had already placed it on the bed but I couldn't take my eyes off it. I don't know why I was curious to open it but I had a feeling that I should.