My home, my rules

DEIRDRE

I paused by the doorway alongside Matteo, realizing we stood in front of what I assumed was his room.

With my arms crossed, I spoke up. "I thought we were going to discuss this in the living room."

Matteo turned to me, his gaze assessing me. He remarked, "I should be the one concerned, considering you're now wearing my things without permission. I can't predict what else you might do."

The audacity!

I clenched my teeth, unable to hold back. I shot him a glare. "You left me with no choice. And how dare you take my clothes? That was never part of the deal!"

"This is my home, my rules," Matteo stated firmly.

"This is a mistake," I muttered, shaking my head. He held the door open wider after entering.

I was reluctant to step in with him, but it seemed as though if I didn't, he was going to make me.

As I stepped into the room, Matteo shut the door behind us. I stood close to it, still holding onto myself as if it could shield me from whatever might transpire in this room.

The space