Living With Him

Twenty-three: Plans

He didn't come back inside my room that night.

Was I sad? No, I wasn't. Did I get blue balls? No, I didn't—I don't have balls. But I did have to take a pee because I was turned on but then the urge wasn't pursued.

So what happened? Why didn't he return to my side that night and took advantage of what would've been a night which will cue his own Ariana Grande or Troye Sivan song in my head? Simple answer—phone call from his ex.

Was I pissed when I found out? Surprisingly, yes—yes, I was pissed. Why was I pissed? I don't know I was just pissed. Pissed to not talk to him for a whole day. I don't know if he noticed since he was too busy doing what he regularly does: work.

I didn't dare peek inside his office, nor talk to him whenever I walk into him in the kitchen. It's quite difficult to avoid someone when you're under the same roof. I don't make eye contact whenever I pass him by though, and my subconscious applauds me.

A knock on the door made me look away from my phone and cut my reminiscing of the past two days off.

"It's open!" I said, not feeling like standing up to open it.

As soon as his long leg stepped in, I quickly looked back at my phone.

"What're you doing?" his question made me roll my eyes.

Why don't you ask Angelique? "Playing" I answered.

I heard his muffled footsteps on the carpet as he approached.

"What're you playing?"

I didn't answer and I felt the side of my bed dip as he sat down.

I kept on staring at my phone.

"Felicity" the lamp post called my name.

I waited for a minute more before answering, "The Sims."

"Are you mad at me?"

"No" I answered bluntly.

"Felicity."

"Adam."

"I don't understand why you're upset." A minute-long pause. "Will you please look at me?"

I rolled my eyes and placed my phone down as I sat up. I raised my brows at him as I looked at him.

He looked back and our silent staredown began. He's not the only one who can be silent. I can do that too. I may be all bubbly and musical, but when it comes to things like this, I can be Elsa's-cold-butt-crack silent too.

His sigh was a sign of defeat and I smirked.

"Why are you upset with me?" he asked and I shook my head at him before standing up.

"Why don't you ask Angelique?"

I immediately slapped my forehead when the words escaped my lips and heard him chuckle. I made my exit and walked away from my room to the kitchen where he followed me.

"Felicity" he called out my name again.

I was about to open the fridge when he stopped the door from opening and turned me around to trap me in between his long arms.

"What?" I glared at his smirking face.

"Are you jealous?" he grinned.

"Why would I be?" I cocked a brow. "I'm not jealous of your ex" I answered his question before ducking down to escape his arm fence.

"Then why are you avoiding me since the other night?"

I groaned at his nonstop questions and walked back to my room.