Edward
Vasili was already in the car by the time I had packed everything up on the beach and headed back. He was not even in the passenger seat but chose to sit at the backseat with his arms folded and an obvious frown on his face.
I quickly loaded everything into the car and hopped onto the driver's seat and drove us home. "Vas please talk to me," I glanced at him through the rear-view mirror.
His eyes were practically throwing daggers at the back of my head, "you didn't care to talk each time I made myself look like a fool," he spat out and looked out the window.
"I know and I'm sorry baby, but you know how stressed I have been with work. You have to understand I was not ignoring you on purpose I was just so terribly busy," I sighed, "I'll make it up to you."
