"I don't like this on my head. It's not comfortable—"
"Bare it."
Margaux's mouth shut upon hearing his objection. Ironic to how he sounded pleading earlier; his tone came out abrasive to her ears this time. She wanted to run with how his actions were making her remember something she would rather forget. However, she felt trapped in the comfort of his arms. Thus, she just held on to him more. 'Damn it! Stop thinking, Margaux! Stop—'
"Are you okay?"
She didn't answer and just shook her head, focusing herself on clearing her mind.
It took them a few minutes before Rome and she finally reached the treehouse. She may not be able to explain how he managed to carry her there easily, but she was sure about the disbelief that flooded Rome’s face upon seeing her abode.
It was dark insid
