When Lewis left her alone to grab a drink, he kept tossing his head from side to side. Even when he opened the fridge, Lewis paused.
He clicked his tongue, annoyed. The image of her sulking kept flashing before his eyes; it annoyed him because he didn't want to pry.
Lewis didn't want to step out of his bounds. Although Devon had been stepping on the line, he didn't want to keep pressing on the matter.
Well, he had terrible nightmares, too. The least thing he wanted was someone asking him about it. It just annoyed him to the core.
Therefore, he didn't ask her. Still, not knowing was just as frustrating.
"Darn it…" He muttered under his breath. "Why do I even care? Once she recovers her memories, she'll be back to how she used to be. I better not get attached too much."
As he uttered his words, he took out a bottled water. Without a second hesitation, he chugged it as if someone who ran a marathon.
