“What happened?” he demanded, glaring down at me. “Who the fuck made you cry?” “What?” I breathed, shaking my head. “I’m not crying.” “Your eyes are red and swollen,” he deadpanned. “You’ve been crying.” His eyes moved to my cheek. “The fuck happened to your face?” “What?” “Your face,” he bit out. “Your cheek is red.”
I loveeee a “who did this to you?” momentttt
