A profound melancholy swept through me.
Was that how he perceived me?
Was I really void of love?
I almost looked insulted as I stepped into the room, lowered my brow, and said, "I wasn't going to yell at you."
Ben grinned drily, yet there was nothing funny about it. Nothing!
His sigh had a dejected tone.
I didn't enjoy it.
Not in the least.
And then I felt my legs start to move.
I have no idea why I did that.
We did not fit the mold of a family.
But I had the impression that I required it almost as much as he did.
He was watching me with care as I walked around him.
I put my hands on his broad shoulders, wrapping my arms around him as I stood right behind him.
He made no response.
Yes, it was uncomfortable, but I decided to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling by closing my eyes and smelling his peculiarly pleasant perfume.
i whispered “I’m sorry”.