Derrick's POV

I kissed Hermione and massaged her feet with oil, somehow I felt like I was watching someone else do everything that I was doing for Hermione and I couldn't seem to settle down into it.

“Is everything okay?” Hermione asked me as she stroked my beard.

“Yeah baby, I am” I answered. I didn't feel like staying there, something was telling me that I wasn't happy to be in the position that I was in with Hermione.

“You do not look bright,” she asked me again.

“I am fine, Hermione. I am!” I snapped, I was shocked by the anger that rose fast in my chest.

She stood...