"Are you sure you are okay?" Sly opened the door for me.
"I'm good." I walk into the parlour, "I'm going up for a bath. I might not come down for dinner. Don't wait up for me." I turned to go, but he stopped me, by holding my hand in his.
"What's wrong with you, Lee? You don't look good. Aren't you feeling well?" He tried to touch my forehead.
"Leave me!" It is unclear to me why I slapped his hand off, but I felt so pissed that I wanted to push him and run out of here, never to stop.
"What's wrong with you, Lee? Why are you acting this way?" Sly tried to touch me, but I slapped his hand off.
"Don't you dare touch me! You don't love me as much as you claim!"
Seriously, I can't tell why I did what I did. What I know is I felt I am certain way.
"What are you talking about, Lee? You were just okay a few hours ago. What happened to you?" He tried to close the distance between us, but I took a step back.
