#Chapter103
/"Pretty sure that constitutes as child abuse./" Arrick cuts in and looks pointedly at me with an icier tone to his voice, clearly still sulking over Christian’s adoration of me. He’s trying to be his normal jokey self, but I can see through it, although subtle. I can see his jaw is tense as his eyes grow greener, and lack any warmth. The tone alone is devoid of his usual humor and despite the urge to bite and tell him to go fuck himself, I sigh sweetly. He’s taken on the very cool and distant Arrick look, lost in his thoughts and effortlessly locked away emotionally. Reminding me that he will forever only see a kid.
