*24* I am still not getting it

Saying bye to his parents we drove to his condo. I have been here once before, but this time it looks a bit intimidating. The way his hand is resting on small of my back is making me imagine a series of awkward situations. When the elevator stops at its destined stoppage, my heart is hammering against my ribcage wildly. I look at him. He seems amused for some reasons, and that makes me jittery all over again.

Benedict holds my hand as we stroll towards his room. He looks quite intimidating when his thinking mode is on. Gathering that it's better to not poke him with my unnecessary questions, I stay quiet. But the moment I step into his room, a small shriek slips from my mouth. A vase is lying on the floor into pieces.

"I was angry." He says. I roll my eyes, as I step forward carefully. Another shriek comes out of my mouth when I feel his arms around me and he is holding me up in his arms as if I weigh not more than a five-year-old.

"When did this . . .?"