My Boss Is My Tormentor
But, of course, we are talking about Rose!
“But, I have to call him and find out— What are you doing?!!” Rose trailed off on a screech, her green blue eyes trying to glare up at me, because I had just scooped her up in my arms without listening to her excuses. She tried to act all angry and fierce, but ended up exhaling a loud relieved breath, and settled more comfortably on my chest, telling me she was really very exhausted.
I flicked on the lamp of the right side of the bed, as I entered the bedroom, and walked over to the left side so the light wouldn’t hurt her eyes. You’re getting mushy, my mind whispered. “Lie down here—”