Matthew
I close the door to the bedroom behind me. My shoulders are tight, and my mind is a tangled mess. The day was long, filled with problems in the office I didn't have the energy to solve. And now Sarah is asking me about cheesecake.
Cheesecake.
I let out a dry chuckle, running a hand through my hair. Why does it even matter? Chocolate, strawberry, plain—I don't care. It's just dessert.
I start to unbutton my shirt. All I want to do is to lie down and shut the world out.
The door creaks open, and I glance up to see Sarah standing there.
"What is it?" I ask sharply.
She flinches slightly, and I curse myself under my breath. Even though I made it my mission to be mean to her, I am still not used to the sight of her cowering.
"I just…" She hesitates, her gaze dropping to the floor.
I let out a slow breath, leaning back on my hands. "What is it?"