Eight

I wasn't expecting this kind of behavior from our families. Not a single word to him. No one even questioned him. Would they have welcomed me with so much warmth if it were my pictures? Hell! No! They must have lectured me about my Maidenhead, particularly my parents. Everybody's attention was flocked toward me. My father's glare stopped me. We looked like a perfect family from the outside but from the inside, I could see the difference clearly. I stared at the walls of his room. His parents and my parents acted as if nothing had happened. If it would be me instead of their son. Their gazes would have killed me. Their words would have stabbed me.

"Grey color!" I heard my mother's cheerful voice. I could see some advice was going to come my way. I didn't wanna hear. It would only infuriate me.

This room was massive with gray walls, dark furniture, a white marble floor, sheer curtains, and chandeliers above the set of gray couches.

I hate his room, gray