We walk silently into his house, he hasn't spoken a lot since we left the barn — all he said was we should take my car to his. I drop my bag into his grey couch, watching him as he walked into the kitchen, he opens the fridge taking out a can of soda. Waiting for him to say something instead he takes a sip staring at me. Feeling uncomfortable and hot as he watches me, I bend down unzipping my riding boots. I dump them next to a pair of little girls trainers by the door.
"Where's your little sister?" I ask moving towards him.
"At my aunts," I was right in front of him before he answers. He hands grips the counters, I covered them with mine. I press up against him only to have him jump back, cursing out.
"Talk to me," I reach out touching his black t shirt. He spins around, closing the distance between us. His fingers reach out to touch my face.
"What the fuck do you want from me Bella?" He grips my chin tightly, I squeeze my eyes in pain.
