Helanie:
I woke up in the guest room, feeling fresh as I hadn’t thought about everything for hours. At times, I just wish I could sleep a lot so I wouldn’t have to face the harsh world.
However, I thought I was waking up alone—but nope!
In the corner of the room, the comfortable chair where I used to sit and read was occupied by a big figure. I didn’t have to look too hard to recognize him.
It was Norman.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, rubbing my eyes and keeping my tone sharp with him.
He raised his head from the back of the chair and then groaned, stretching while getting up. I looked away. I just did.
’He is just stretching. If you were a man, you’d have a big boner right now,’ my wolf made me roll my eyes at her.
She was making everything sound sexual just to annoy me.
"You were sleeping here," he replied as he walked over to the switchboard but waited so I could give him the go-ahead before he turned on the light.
I fixed my shirt and then gave him a nod, so he switched the light on.
"Why are you sleeping here?" he asked, slowly sitting at the edge of the bed.
"Oh, I thought you and Jessica would want to spend time together so I—did you two spend time together?" I asked, feeling like such a sneaky bitch.
Why would it matter to me if he was talking with her or not?
"Yeah, we did," he looked down and scratched the back of his neck.
"Hmm," I didn’t have anything else to say to him but this, "then why did you come here? You should have stayed in your room."
I didn’t try to sound too harsh or—
’Jealous?’ Cora snickered.
’No! That’s weird.’
"But you were here," Norman got up from the bed to walk behind me.
"You don’t have to follow me like an obedient child, you know," I grunted at him, not knowing why I was being so annoyed with him.
I didn’t want to see his face, but if he walked away, I would’ve been angry too.
"I’m heading to the bedroom," he replied as he kept following me. We reached his bedroom and I was hit with another awkward situation.
The whole furniture and decor were replaced because I freaking broke the old stuff.
"I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have—," I instantly turned around, thinking he would be upset.
Norman was known to be very aggressive and always grumpy. However, the way he shrugged and walked over to his closet made me wonder if he even cared.
"It was just furniture anyway. Emmet has good taste," he praised his brother while I kept staring at his face.
I didn’t want to remind him since it wasn’t my place, but the furniture he didn’t care about was Jessica’s choice.
"Anyway, I have a few questions to ask you," he changed the topic while picking up a shirt from the closet.
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