Sean pressed the brakes right in front of my apartment and I turned to him, puzzled as to why.
I bit my lips when I saw his stern-faced expression. I couldn't dare ask. I tried earlier when we walked out of Sylvie's room but he stopped me with a sharp glance.
I guess he's not ready to open up. Not that he does, really. Sean is never the type to show his emotion just to anyone, even to me. Yes he would smile to Nana lovingly and laugh at Gregory's antics at times but those were when we were younger.
He's been different, reserved and secretive. His words became numbered and carried weight. Just lie how it should be - every inch of an Alpha.
But earlier was something else. Earlier, at the hotel, I'd seen how Sean used to be. The Sean I use
