TANYA’S POV
I scrambled back from the bed as he fell upon it. "What the hell is going on?" I shouted, terrified.
Why was he in my room by this time? If he tried to make any move on me, I was ready to break his fingers. After blowing me off, he just burst into my room like he owned the place... which he technically did, but still, he needed my permission before coming in.
Permission that I definitely didn't give. Not with how he's been treating me...
"This place is so comfortable," he drawled.
I frowned. This didn't sound like the Rodrigo I knew. Are you making a random comment like this? No.
"Well, the bed is really soft," I ventured.
He shook his head and stopped suddenly, wincing like it hurt him a lot. "Not the bed. You. You make it comfortable."
I blinked, unsure of what to say
