🥀 OTHELLO'S POV 🥀
We walked into our room with a very awkward atmosphere. Bruno had glanced at me coldly earlier when Clara announced that I was gay; is he that irritated? To think that the person I like is irritated that I'm gay, confessing is definitely a no. It would only make things even more awkward, and I'd only get hurt from disappointment and high expectations.
Silence descended. We both lay at each edge of the bed, breathing slowly, and I desperately avoided his gaze.
I felt ashamed and stupid, “Clara… that witch.
Uncomfortable, I stood up abruptly, “I'll use the floor,” I announced, picking myself from the bed.
Bruno dragged me back, and I landed on his bare chest, one hand firmly pulled me to himself and the other hand patted my hair to sleep.
“I'm struggling to breathe in
