The walk from the car to our bedroom happens fast.
Bael doesn't let go of my hand for a single second. His fingers stay locked with mine, his palm completely hot as he leads me through the front door, and straight up the stairs.
The moment we get inside our room, Bael reaches back and turns the lock on the door. The loud click makes my heart skip a beat.
I haven't even set my work bag down yet. I turn around to look at him, my breath catching in my throat because he is standing right there, completely blocking the door. His gray eyes are incredibly dark, focusing entirely on my face.
"Bael?" I whisper, my pulse racing. "We didn't even eat—"
"I don't care about food, Runze," Bael says, his voice a low, rough rumble. He steps forward, slides the bag off my shoulder, and lets it drop straight onto the floorboards. Then he places his hands flat against my chest and gives me a firm, sudden push backward.
