November 18th
Leo awoke the next morning in a bad mood.
The first thing he did was let out a deep groan before he rolled over and dropped his heavy arm onto my stomach.
"I can't believe you didn't make me pancakes," he said.
"Well," I said, sitting up and bringing my knees to my chest, "you didn't treat me well yesterday, did you? You have decided to hide everything from me, refuse to answer questions that concern rogues trying to kill me and on top of all that, you deleted Amber's number from my phone. Why the fuck would I make you pancakes?"
He sighed, "the Amber thing is far more complicated than just because I've hooked up with her. Please try to understand."
"... Then why don't you tell me?" I asked, "then I might understand and we can move on."
"No," he said, sitting up, "and I have my reasons for that too."
I sighed and stood up, "I'm going in the shower."
Letting the hot water run over my skin, I fixed my eyes on the drain.