Rose
Last night, when Emmet came home, I was already in bed—pretending to sleep because I wanted to avoid any conversations with him. It feels like I don't know him anymore; which is odd. His actions were the same and he didn't bother on checking his phone, anyways.
He came to bed, wrapped his arms around my waist and snuggled closer towards me. I used to find comfort within his touch but yesterday, it felt strange.
I look up, straight at Emmet as he drinks his cup of coffee while scrolling on his laptop; trying to finish up his assignment. When he catches me staring, he glances at my direction for a few seconds before completely looking at me with slight concern, ''Is there something wrong?'' He asks.
My lips curve up into a small smile, ''No.''
To my surprise, he places his hand on
