Writer's pov
"I never said I don't trust you, I'm sorry if I made you feel some type of way." He apologized and used his hand to clean his face tiredly. I turned back to look at him when I heard him apologize. I knew that there's no way he would start having ideas in his head if no one put the ideas in his head.
"It's fine, I know you were upset, what made you think I was lying to you, I mean, you never doubt me like that." I said to him and rested my head on his shoulder.
"Mom said a few things that made me wave a little." He confessed, I knew she must have a hand in his sudden suspicions. Though I was a little disappointed he let his mom put ideas in his head but at the same time I couldn't blame him for thinking that way because she's still his mom and it's normal for him to do what his mom wants but it's just that his mom on this case is different, she hates me more than she anyone would hate her enemy.