I turned to him and saw that he was watching me closely.
"What is this about? Because…" I sighed and swallowed the lump that was forming in my throat. I decided to shut my mouth, because if I said another word, the emotions would come out and if they did—well, I just don't know what would happen next.
He turned and closed the door. I watched him pause with his back to me before he finally turned. His face held a neutral expression, which I found completely unreadable.
"Come. Let's talk." He gestured toward the comfortable sofa, and I was grateful that he didn't touch me again. I sat next to the armrest with my body turned toward him, realizing exactly what I was doing when I picked up the pillow and set it on my lap.
He sat down but not close enough to touch me as he turned his body to
