BEN
Sometimes, when something bad happens to you, you don’t tell people so they don’t pity you or offer pitiful looks. Gracie keeps doing that. She’s so overprotective and watchful of me like she’s afraid I’ll break down any second.
I’m okay.
“Can you stop?” I grumble out. She’s on my bed pretending to read a novel. The hand holding the book lowers. “I don’t like it.”
“You don’t like what?”
“How you’re staring at me,” I whisper.
“I wasn’t staring.” Sure, she was. Lifting herself up to plant a kiss on my lips, she tries to hold me in place but I move away because I don’t feel like it. I have no idea why I am annoyed but I want to leave this place right now. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No.”
Pushing my legs over the bed, I tense slightly when her arms circle my waist. She rests her head on my shoulder and the annoyance flickers. I want to hug her but my fingernails sink into the bed instead.