After returning home, Tyrone helped me out of my coat.
Then he asked me, "Where did he touch you, exactly?"
"Huh?" I was taken aback by his sudden question.
Seeing that I didn't answer, Tyrone began to actively examine my exposed skin. He noticed some red marks on my arm left by Abel; my skin is pretty thin and tends to mark easily.
Tyrone pinched my arm, his brow furrowing.
He lowered his head in silence, scanning my body as if he were checking me over. Then his gaze landed on my neck, and I saw his eyelashes droop, covering his eyes.
I really wanted to know why he was acting like this today; he seemed to be overreacting. Abel did have some physical contact with me, but it didn't mean much to me; I didn't think much of that person at all.
Tyrone blinked, buried his face in my neck,
