ALLISON’S POV
“When I’m angry, I take a deep breath to regulate my emotions.” I read from the pamphlet in my hand.
“Next.” Justin says.
He’s leaning against the wall beside his closet, arms folded across his chest. I don’t know if he’s fully aware of how annoyingly attractive he looks standing there like that, or if he’s just being his usual self while forcing me to do this stupid exercise.
“When I’m angry, I express my thoughts without an outburst or violence.” I groan, lifting the paper toward him and giving him a look. “Seriously, how is this supposed to help me? Anger is called anger for a reason. This sucks.”
“You go off like a bomb when you’re pissed,” he replies, his face completely stoic.
I bet he’s enjoying this. And shameless me is putting up with it for the promised orgas
