#Chapter378
He just wants love. Like I do. That place in a person to call home and feel accepted in all our jaded glory. Flaws and all.
/"Get packed. I got us a flight at after dinner, so we should eat first and then head to the airport. Gino and Alessandra are coming with us./" He sounds clipped and devoid of any real obvious emotion which only makes my stomach sink further. I know him too well. The less he shows the more he is feeling. I have hurt him and he’s taking it like the devil he can be.
Locking it down and presenting an ‘I don’t give a shit’ deadpan face to the world. Issuing orders and expecting obedience. I sigh lightly, deflating further. Knowing this will change how he is with me while he processes it a little.
