𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝚰𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝚰𝐒 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐓𝚰𝐎𝐍

The ride home was shrouded in silence, each minute stretching longer then the last. I braced myself for the inevitable storm that awaited me as soon as we would reach the front door. As I shut it behind us, the tension in the air grew unbearably, and I could feel his gaze burn into my back. Without a word Lorenzo shov...