After my mother went upstairs, I didn't know what to do. Whether to raise my head or just walk away like that without confronting him.
But she told me to entertain him. How do I entertain a guest again? I don't know. I was never really one to be social with people.
But that even wasn't the issue.
The fact was that the man here was definitely the man I slept with. Mike.
"Ahem, dinner will be ready soon," I said, raising my head but not meeting his gaze. It felt too awkward.
"Alright," he said with a tone laced with mischief. "But why are you acting like that? I'm not going to eat you."
Ah, but I think otherwise.
You look like someone who could definitely eat me up.
"I... I'm just not used to having strangers around." I said, and then he crossed his legs, placing down the teacup, and then rested his chin on his knuckles.
