Angelica’s POV:
After we finish our little make-out session where I’m sure it's a distraction where I will forget about my anger. I peacefully rest on his lap. My head is on his chest, hearing his irregular heartbeats. “So, why did you put me on the spot like that?”
He releases a deep breath. “Because you’re going to face many difficult situations in the future mio cuore, and I don’t want you to be unprepared from them.” I pout. “Sheltering, you will only harm you,” Anthony reason.
“You’re still upset towards me, so not speaking is your way of silent protest.”
I nod before getting off of his lap. I groan, feeling the soreness on my waist from Anthony's tight grip, and I’m confident he didn’t even use all of his strength. Sometimes, I feel like he is on drugs - I’m not surpri
