The door slammed shut at Lyon’s exit, and all my defences shot up. I didn’t want to be left alone with him or anyone but him, but Lyon didn’t know about what happened between us, so he didn’t know any better.
We stayed silent for a long while, but the silence, although appreciated, wore me out. I was out of options to draw the silence out, so I asked.
“Are you also going to yell and scold me?” I crossed my arms across my chest but gave him no acknowledgement as my eyes still looked away.
“God, no.”
“Good then. I will be in my room,” I said in a nonchalant tone, and my hands dropped to my side. I walked to the door and turned the doorknob, but stopped in my tracks when he spoke.
“We are not done yet!” He slammed. His voice had risen to a pitch it had never reached all the times he had
