TANYA’S POV
"My father just died," were the words Rodrigo spoke as he brushed past me when he came back home.
I gasped, making to go after him, but he glanced back sharply and glared at me. I shrank back, surprised. Was it wrong for me to want to console him on this unfortunate incident?
Well, with the way he looked at me, it was. I watched him go, wondering how this news would affect our relationship. I thought we were getting somewhere, with him actually talking with me and letting me into his space. It was starting to feel like our relationship was more than just a few pleasurable minutes.
Not that I didn't like having pleasurable times with him, but I wanted more than that. I wanted to know that he actually felt something for me and wasn't just using me. For a moment last night, it
