Faye
I have absolutely no idea what to do in this so-called marriage.
Sighing deeply, I put my palm on my chin, scrolling through my phone until Janessa called me to ask what happened and I felt unsure of what to tell her. What is to say? I don’t know if this was the result of his zeal or an actual need.
Looking up I saw him cooking dinner, narrowing my eyes. I wanted to know what was going through his mind. What’s with the tenderness in his eyes? Is this torture enjoyable to him? Why does he seem so calm- And seriously, what the hell is wrong; why is this robot smiling constantly?
Brining a sour look to my face, I didn’t remove my eyes from him and he stopped, relaxing his shoulder, letting out a long sigh, smile fading, lifting his head to meet mine, "Scowling at me isn't gonna help.
