Nevaeh was fuming. "Why didn't you wake me up? I could have slept on the couch! You just had to hold me? You're unbelievable!"
Hearing this, Cassius's already dark expression deepened into frustration.
So, in her eyes… he was that repulsive? She'd rather curl up on a couch than share the same bed with him.
If it hadn't been for her clinging to him all night, crying brokenly, "Grandma, please don't leave me… I don't want to be an orphan again," he would never have let her stay in his arms.
He had always hated physical closeness. So why had he spent the whole night holding her?
It had been nothing but uncomfortable for him. He hadn't closed his eyes once. Dark shadows hung under them now.
It was the first time he had ever shared a bed with someone, and he had been terrified of moving even an inch, scared of disturbing her.
His arm was so stiff it felt like stone.
And yet… instead of a single word of thanks, she was scolding him.
