I understand my feelings
He squatted down before me. "You don't need to pretend to be tough. I will take care of you when you need it," he informed me. Those words could not come from the devil, right?
I scoffed in disbelief. He does not need to pretend to be cheesy, they say first impression matters and he left that first impression of danger. He stretched his hand to me and took a couple of seconds to decide whether to take his hand or not.
I took his hand at the end of it all and he helped me to the room.
The following days were quiet. I did not see his brother and he did not bite my neck. I only saw him once and he was too busy to pay any attention to me.
That should be a good thing, right? However, why did I sigh when he did not spare me a glance?
I must have been feeling very lonely because my cat was not with me and I was used to the quietness. It continued that way for more than a month as I counted. I don't even know what month it was at that moment.