“Even in the shower?” I’ve been throwing questions at him for the past half an hour after he revealed he wanted me by his side at all times.
“No, of course—”
“What about when you have to take number two?”
“No—”
“Or when—”
“Aurora!” The walls vibrated. He stood up from his seat and slammed a fist against his desk. His shoulders rose and fell rapidly as his red and white eyes narrowed to slits. I could see the slight twitch of his jaw, signaling that he was probably annoyed, angry, or both.
“I’m sorry, I just don’t understand. Why do I need to be with you at all times?” I frowned, looking down at the empty plate in my lap.
Silence. Neither of us said anything for a while. Suddenly, the white plate seemed interesting. It was round. There were no patterns or cracks. It was just white an
