34: The Boogie Man Under The Bed.

LEYLA'S POV:-

I walked towards his car. He was sitting on the driving seat. He had his head rested with the headrest of his car seat. A loud music was playing in his car. His eyes were closed. He had a little frown on his face. I took a deep breath and opened the door of the passenger side seat. The music was so loud that he did not even notice me stepping into his car. I hopped into the car and lowered the volume of the music player. That was when he opened his eyes and looked at me. He did not say anything. He was just staring at me.

Taking a deep breath, I reached out for his hand. Thankfully, he did not snatched his hand away from my hold. I intertwined my fingers with his fingers. Then pulled his hand on my lap. "I know you are angry at me. Not because you don't trust me. Because you think I don't trust you enough to share everything with you. The truth is, I was scared of losing what we have be