“What are your parents like?.” I whispered and he stared at me.

I woke up to being in his arms, welcoming and warm, yet it got interrupted by a call, his mom to be precise asking him to come home right now and bring me with him. I had good hearing, and Dominic hadn’t said a word since then.

“Horrible.” He breathed out, he looked away from me as he typed aggressively on his phone, his fingers gripping on to the screen, it was almost as if he would break it, when I moved close to him ...