A very dark mood. Understandably. I was in one too. He hadn’t said a word to me after we got home. He just shut himself up in his room for a long while. I showered and got ready for bed, deciding I was most definitely going to leave him alone. I was just about ready to crawl into bed when his door opened. He came bursting in a few moments later, standing in the middle of my room, staring at me with hard eyes and a mouth pressed in a line. Hesitantly, I turned to him. The air was charged, that feeling of a confrontation was thick in the air. “Did you do it on purpose?” he suddenly demanded solemnly, breaking the silence. “Do what exactly?” “Make me jealous, Leah. Did you do it on purpose?” My eyebrows shot up. I was pissed. “I’m insulted you could think that low of me.”
