TWENTY EIGHT

❧ Darian ☙

"Are you okay now?" I ask him again, but his only response is to stare at me, and then he turns and walks down the hallway toward the garage.

When he gets to the end of the hallway, he turns and says, "You can't protect her every second of the day, eventually, I'll have her alone and I only need a second..." A minute passes and I hear the roar of his bike before I see him ride away on it, still shirtless, still angry at the posture of his shoulders as he rides off.

When he leaves, I relax and stare at the door, my cousin is family, but sometimes he makes me desperate , if the time comes when I can't stand him, I'll have no choice but to send him away or eliminate him, but I don't want to, I just hope he doesn't make me.

He has taken her sheet, leaving her with nothing to wear, it's the last straw, it seems like a game of cat and mouse or childish, for a man of his age.

Not that I mind looking at her skin at every turn, but I don't want my men's eyes on her. In fact, I think