“Is there something bothering you? You looked so tense.” Lauren Keith noticed my silence as we sit on the lawn. We’re sitting on the soft blanket that he’s placing on the Bermuda grass. We’re in a cross-sitting position facing each other. He’s holding my hands as if he’s being possessive of me. I don’t like it. I don’t like the way he held me like this. I don’t like the feeling of me getting used to this. I might be longing for this, his touch soon if he’ll not do this again so better not want this, right?
“N-Nothing.”
He noticed that I am looking at the guards as they roam around the house. I held my arms with both of my hands because I feel uneasy watching them as they look at me, too.
“Are the presence of the guards bothering you so much?”
“No, I do not intend to let you think about
