Victor’s POV

It started raining a few minutes past midnight, and it was a slow rhythm against the glass window.

I lie awake staring at the ceiling replaying everything that happened earlier. Most especially the way he stared at me before he walked off angrily.

I tried to erase the way my body felt when I held him, but it was not working. Also, the way his body tensed when my hand was on his.

I shut my eyes to try to sleep but it’s useless. The silence in this house feels louder than thunder.

Somewhere down the hall, I hear movement. It was footsteps. And then I heard a...