Tessa
I wiped my eyes with the back of my palm, wondering if I was seeing things, but no, I wasn't. Mr. Grumpy stood right there, staring at me with a strange glare, his hand supporting his waist.
"What are you doing here?" The question fell from my lips before I realized I wasn't in my own house.
"I should be asking you those questions. What are you doing in my house?" His voice was sharp, like he would punch me in the face.
"Your house," I swallowed hard, feeling the emptiness down my throat, and he took a step closer to me.
"You heard me right. What are you doing in my house?" His eyes pierced into my soul.
I tried standing up, but my legs were weak, and I couldn't even lift my body up.
"You seem like a bold person in the hospital, but now?" He knelt closer to me. His hand reached for the tip ……
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