Bound to him

We stared at each other without speaking a word. I wasn't sure what he was thinking, for just like when I told him about Andrea, he seemed to have been knocked out of his seat.

I could only hear my breath and maybe the constant thud of my heartbeat. What was he going to say? But with how he was calm about it, it seemed he already knew. Maybe he would stop being mad at me.

He was purposely keeping me in this awkward silence, and it wasn't fair.

Tristan suddenly turned towards the bed to see Andrea crying, and then he picked her up, daintily hugging her to himself and whispering, "Sorry, princess, it's ok."

And to my surprise, she stopped crying, placing her head on his shoulder to stare into his neck.

And when she drifted away, he faced me again, but this time his face wasn't so blank.

"How many more secrets were you hiding from me?" I mean, this is number two now? So what's the third?"

I bit my lip; ok, maybe I was wrong; he was still mad at me, and it seemed with the way things were g