SCARLETTE
I wondered if he was going to stay tonight or not. The clock marked eight in the evening, yet there was no sign of him. No calls. No text. I was contemplating calling Devy, but I might disturb them, so, patiently, I sat on the bed and waited for him to come home.
Come home?
I scoffed at myself. This house wasn't his home, and if he didn't appear tonight, it shouldn't be a concern to dwell on my thoughts.
Last night, we slept next to each other. He was gentle most of the time. I wanted to scold myself because I conceded to the things he demanded. Sleeping next to each other when we were together was becoming a normal thing. We didn't even talk about it; we just lay on the bed and fell asleep.
I took a deep breath. My eyes were on the roof, staring at the blankness of the
