There were times I couldn't believe that Easton could say such things.
I had cut ties with my family for him, so I had no way out. I wasn't willing to leave, but I didn't have the courage either, so I caved.
If this were an online forum, I'd be a classic example of a woman criticized for being too lovesick.
...
After a night of nightmares in the guest room, I woke up with a splitting headache.
"Sorry about last night, babe. I had a bit to drink."
While making breakfast, a pair of large hands suddenly wrapped around me from behind.
The hug that used to make my heart race now made me feel nothing but a little nauseous.
"I'm making porridge. It's hot, so don't mess around."
Without changing my expression, I brushed him off and went to grab a plate.
"Well, you haven't been home lately. Where've you been?"
Easton's complaint seemed casual, but I felt an eerie sense of danger.
It felt like if I said the wrong thing, he'd pounce on me and tear me apart.
I was actually a little scared of him now, even though he'd never really laid a hand on me.
I smiled and said, "Where could I have gone? I'm unemployed, so I went shopping with Mary in Vewell. Mmph..."
Before I could finish, he abruptly kissed me.