By the time we slipped into my bed, I was sure the sun was about to peak over the mountain tops. Maximus was silent for most of our meal. I could tell something was bothering him, but he didn’t care to speak about it.
“Don’t you think we should talk about what happened?” I whispered as he nuzzled in behind me in the bed that I have grown so used to now.
“No.” He finally said, the heat from his breath hit the back of my neck, causing me to shiver slightly.
“But -“ I tried to counter, but he wouldn’t have it. I turned around so I could face him. His eyes were closed, and he looked peaceful, but my curiosity got the better of me.
“Why don’t you trust your mom?” I asked softly. His eyes opened slightly as he looked at me, debating whether he should tell me.
“There are things and customs
