Chapter 9 : Breathe!

Chrisanna

Samuel's eyes fix on me without any movement as I make the pillow bridge again. He rolls his eyes and looks away as if he's done with me. I'm so tired of this attitude when he acts like I'm getting on his nerves.

I set a pillow against the headboard and lean against it, holding my tablet as I focus on making a theme board for my next shoot.

I hear him opening the closet but don't give much attention to it, instead, I hold my focus on the tablet. It takes me a while to balance all the colour palettes with the dress code. I finished a lot of stuff in one sitting and finally exhale a sigh of relief, closing the tablet.

Surprised, I find Samuel still digging inside the closet. He throws his clothes on the bed and again folds them. I realise he didn't come to bed and he had been near the closet for forty minutes straight.

Don't talk to him.

Don't call him.

I shouldn't care.

I keep ranting this to myself. However, I can't ignore the anxious look on his face.

"Samuel!" I call h