Something about her

Rodri's POV

It was already late afternoon when we left the hospital. Now, I was driving my surrogate back home. In the silence of my car. She had curled as far away as possible from me, as usual, into the leather of the passenger seat.

Sometimes I fucking wondered why she was so damn uncomfortable around me.

I was still pissed off about what I caught Trinity trying to do at that ward. Asking Vanessa the type of women she had seen me with?

“Does Trinity bother you often?” I asked.

She seemed to freeze for a moment, before she slowly glanced sideways at me. I still stared straight ahead, as she responded.

“No. That was the first time she asked me anything about you.” There was silence, then she frantically added. “I was not trying to spill your privacy to her, I just—”

“I’m not fucking accusing you of anything.” I interrupted flatly, one hand on the steering wheel. “I just want you to not talk about me to her next time. If she tries it again, you fucking tell me. Do you understand?”

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