Geneva
I stare at Demir unmoving. I am not even blinking.
“Why do you care?” I ask him with a shrug because he’s not supposed to. He's not supposed to care about anything that I do. What I do with my own things, in my free time, is none of his business. And I want to be mad at him, but right now I am unable to. I’ve been speechless ever since I got out of my bedroom and found out he’d cleaned. Probably because I am not sure what that is about, after all, I expected full-blown drama and more food for my little angry outbursts. Not him caving, or snooping around.
“I don’t know!” He huffs with frustration that clearly glints into his eyes. For once, he’s unguarded and I don’t know what to do or say about it. I was prepared to be victorious once I managed to break him, but I am feeling anyt
