Page 84 of Cheater and the Saint
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Leo grabbed my hand in a tight grip. “You’re overreacting, Saint.” He released me and stepped back.
“Why won’t you talk to me?”
“Because there’s nothing to fucking say. All right?” His tone was harsh, but his eyes were pained. It was how Leo dealt with his problems; he covered them up with a joke, avoided them, or got angry. “Now can we go to bed? I’m tired.”
“Yeah that’s a good idea. Goodnight.” I headed for the door.
“Where the hell are you going?”
I looked back at him. “To my room.”
Leo’s brow furrowed, and I thought he might tell me to stay. Hoped he would, actually. “Great. See you in the morning. Maybe you’ll be less whiny then.”
My eyes burned, and I left his room before he could notice the tears brimming in them.
