Crumbs littered my dress by the time we reached his house. I cupped the tissues to keep the fort of desserts intact and followed him to the door. He opened the door to let me through first, but I was nervous going in.
He was mad. Annoyed. Frustrated. Whatever it was, they were feelings I’d never seen him display towards me. It weighed on me, scared me, electrified me. I didn’t want to go inside, but my feet acted on their own. I placed the sweets on the island surface.
Ausmane shut the door.
My chest pounded apprehensively. “I can’t talk in here either?”
His eyes swallowed me in a deep, stormy turquoise sea, and he removed his gloves, marching towards me. I held the island behind me, unable to unlatch my eyes. I reached for something in the pile of sweets. He was a foot away.
“W-wa
