Nineteen

~EMMA~

It was Thursday already, and a few days had passed since I had sex with Rowan in the living room.

and I should have expected that he went back to giving me cold shoulders. We met briefly in the kitchen after I got dressed up for school.

He came into the kitchen with his dominant swagger in each step. I had to look away and concentrate on the bacon I was using. We haven’t spoken about it, and I was too reluctant to bring it up, but I had to try.

“Good morning,” I started. He gave me a sideways look before he came closer. My ears quipped up when I heard his reply. It was quiet, but I heard it. “Morning Emma,” his raspy voice drawled out to me, and his brow raised in surprise.

I started, “I made bacon and eggs; I know you may not want to.“

“—That’s fine; I’ll eat it,” he called, giving me the utmost shock from his reply. My eyes followed his frame till he settled on a kitchen stool. I was too stunned to speak, squeaking out an “ok” before I moved to the pan of bacon eggs and saus