Chapter 152: ~°~Chapter One-hundred & Fifty-two~°~

"Are you okay, Hay?" He asks in worry, walking towards the bed.

I just snuggle in closer, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I thought you were mad at me." I murmur, my voice coming out muffled from where my face is buried in his shoulder.

"What?" He exclaims softly, it's late after all and I can clearly hear genuine surprise in his voice. "Why would you think that?" He asks, settling on the bed with me still with him, he smells freshly, most likely just coming out of the shower.

I huddle into myself, avoiding his piercing gaze, the room is dim but my eyes are adjusted. I still don't reply, not exactly sure what to say.

"Nothing." I mumble, biting into the sleeve of my sweater, now that I know he isn't mad at me, I can't seem to remember what I was so worried about.