66| Bearing her Tantrums

Orla's POV

He sat on the edge of the bed when I spread my arms for him to pick me up on his back and carry me away because I was too tired to walk and I couldn't stay back in the room all alone.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulder and my legs around his torso; he grabbed my legs first, and I shuddered as his palm came into direct contact with my thighs. I believe it had the same effect on him because he removed his hands from there and hooked his fingers under my knees.

As he walked down the stairs, I moved my legs back and forth and rested my head on his shoulder like a small baby.

I assumed we were going out for ice cream on the road and had a good time together, but instead he made me sit on the stool in front of the kitchen aisle while he went into the kitchen himself.

"I thought we were going out for ice cream," I said, speaking from my head.

"I am not taking you out at midnight, at least not in these clothes," he said, his eyes moving up and down, "I don't want anyone to se