Our?!
Our?!!!
Mila dragged her hair mentally, but her grip tightened around the doorknob. She wanted to slap that proud smile off Zyran's face and kick him in his stomach.
Mila breathe... Mila closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. The more she was around Zyran, the more she was getting violent and bad. It was bad.
She smiled, letting go of the doorknob where her palm had turned red. "Um... Zyran," she began, holding her stomach to look as polite as possible.
"Can't I have a room still?" Mila asked with a sweet smile.
Zyran moved his gaze away from her and settled it on the cat. "Why?"
"Well... because I'll need my time alone most times to do some private things," Mila explained genuinely, still with a smile.
Zyran touched his cat's tail and rubbed it gently. "What other private things do you do that we don't do together?"
"Ehm," Umberto coughed. He bowed to the couple and dashed out of the room. He should have read the room and left earlier.
