"Why are you out here?" He ignored my desperation to cover myself as he questioned me.
I swallowed hard, clutching the hem of the oversized shirt like it could shield me from his stare. “I needed air and food” I muttered, eyes darting anywhere but him. “You didn’t exactly say I couldn’t leave the house.” I added quickly.
“And you thought running into the woods at night was wise?”
“I wasn’t running.” I hated how defensive my voice sounded. “I just… needed space and food.”
His jaw flexed as soon as I said so. “Space,” he echoed, almost like the word offended him. “From what?”
I met his eyes then, despite the tremor working its way through my chest. “From you.” I blurted out. For a fleeting moment, I thought I saw something flicker behind his expression, something that was probably ange
