I looked at Daniel, trying to keep the horrified notion off my face.
I tugged at the edge of his shirt, making him turn to me.
“What?”, he asked.
I repeated my question, hoping for a favourable answer… like… you know… he didn’t plan on making me move in with him… like at all… wasn’t even thinking of it.
He rolled his eyes at me as he took in my hopeful pleading expression.
“Would you rather move in with my uncle? If so, then….”, he trailed off, turning to face his uncle as if he was going to say something to him.
Positively terrified, I grabbed onto the side of his shirt, and harshly nudged at him to make him face me, trying to be as subtle about it as possible.
“What are you doing?”, I whisper-yelled at him.
The bastard had the audacity to act smug about almost scaring me to death
