Phil won’t talk to me.
Silent treatment seems like his go-to for punishment when he’s angry.
Nudging him with my shoulder, he jerked away from me, turning his back to me as he read his book. Ignoring me. Plain as day. Pressing my front to his back, I rested my chin on his shoulder, looking down at what he was reading. He went to pull forward but my arms wound around him like a vice, anchoring him to me. He groaned loudly, head falling back against my shoulder. “Why, Theodore?”
“Why—“
“So help me God, if you say why not, I’ll kill you.”
Oh. Okay then. “Because I want to,” I whispered into his neck.
Goosebumps. He had goosebumps just a while ago too when he was underneath of me, losing his mind. His body reacts so violently any time I’m in close proxim
