I sighed and turned around nervously. I don't even know how the feeling came, but I'm suddenly scared of him. His aura changed so fast.
I scoffed and headed for the door, not ready to deal with him, but he grabbed my waist and pulled me into his arms, hugging me from behind.
"Gosh… did I scare you?" he murmured.
I looked at him through the mirror and frowned. He closed his eyes tight, like he was forcing himself to calm down.
"You don't have to…" I whispered. "It's normal to be angry. She's your first love and I hit her…"
"Shut up!" he groaned and suddenly stood straight, shaking his head. "I mean… I don't care."
I stared at him, shocked. Our eyes met. "I'm not angry," he said quietly.
I quickly turned around and held his face. "Tell me, Thomas… What are you hiding from me?" I asked, surprised at myself. I already guessed it. He has been secretly picking up calls and replying to messages. I just pretended like I didn't know.
"Give me one more day. I'll be back."
