37- Vanilla

My hand moves to his hair though it freezes when Cream says "Don't. He'd wrap around you tighter. He's a hoarder when he sleeps"

Cream's voice is cold. Like rain pouring over my body that has goosebumps coming on my skin before he reaches out to brush Mel's hair.

The boy let's out a small sigh, immediately letting go of me and holding Cream's hand.

Tight.

"Isn't-" I look at him "Your hand, isn't it going to bruise?"

He shakes his head "I won't feel it"

"But-"

"Go change for dinner" He cuts in. His tone is cold as always but there's no sharpness to it "Caramel and I would be there soon"

I nod.

When I'm at the table for dinner, my eyes fall on Strawberry who stares at me. We only do that for some seconds before he looks away, turning back to a book in his hand.

So we're playing that game? Alright.

Chocolate comes next, sitting at my left and in front of Strawberry who begins to have veins on his forehead as Coco begins speaking before Caramel and Cream arrive.

He looks sleep