What's More Worse?

POV: Derrick Moore

We moved out of our rented apartment a little early, I really don't know how it feels with Anya but I think today came early.

After our explicit climax last night, I must say I had a good sleep even when I was worried.

Anya has always been the petite one, doesn't matter though because I knew she had her own weak point.

It made sense how we became mates. I appreciate it more than I would have done if I had ended up with Hayley Arres.

Sitting in silence all day, I could tell just how troubled Anya was; I could feel them, her emotions!

So instead I comforted her. The last thing I'd want to do is to make her feel guilty, I can't let it happen. If we're to stay together, then we have to work it out our way.

Arriving at the house, I watched how she stood rooted, awed and shocked. Who wouldn't?

I felt at peace knowing she would come around and was only hoping…Hoping that they will accept her. Not like I care though. If they don't, then I am also gone.

I vowed.

"Who is he