Did I overstep?

I discreetly peered at Miguel, who had his entire focus on the Television. Occasionally, he would sigh, and that was all.

I crossed my right leg over my left and leaned on the cushion as I tried not to pay much heed to my husband. Most times he will glance my way. Perhaps, he was checking if I was still watching the movie with him.

Oh, stop looking at me.

I wanted to say, but couldn't bring myself to do just that. There was no telling what my stony husband might do to me.

I yawned after a long time of watching the boring movie without understanding anything from it.The lead actor was so ugly that they made the rest of the actors and actresses seem so bland.

I stretched my taut muscles and rose from the cushion I was sitting on.

“Where are you going to?” He raised his brows at me.

“To have a nap.” I yawned once more to emphasize my point.

“Are you through with the movie?” He asked in a gruff, indifferent tone.

“I will pass,” I forced a smile as I glared at the TV.

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