Theron’s Point of View

“Are they good?” I asked curiously over the text, and I drummed my fingers on the arm rest of the couch, while waiting for Lola’s response. My eyes darted occasionally to Eden to make sure that she wasn’t suspicious or anything; her eyes were glued to the TV.

She watched the very boring romance show that I put on without complaining, I even dare to think that she enjoyed it, she made sure that I took my medication after the meal, and I felt really good being ...