THE DEAL

I am done washing the dishes we used for that mouthwatering omelette we had for breakfast. I turn to stroll out, but I almost collide with him walking in yet again.

I step back.

He has been overly quiet throughout the breakfast and I didn't meddle. I am beginning to think that he lied when he said he wasn't angry. It seems like he just wanted to massage my worry. Or just so I could leave his presence. That hurts, honestly.

"Do you feel any better now?" He says, standing a distance from me.

"Yes. The headache is gone." I mumble, shame and guilt plastered on my face.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." I state.

"Alright. Go get changed."

Ahem! Ahem!

I take a good once over my look. There is nothing wrong with my clothes. Well, I understand my shorts are too short but duh, he still is shirtless and I am not complaining despite the trouble his orbs are making my eyes go through. I am not exposing anything.

"Why?" I implore.

"Because I say so."

I stare at him for minutes, trying to understand his expre