Crossroads

Even though he was right and I knew that I was at fault, why did I feel like I was the one who had been wronged? Why did I end up crying?

Brandon turned back and, seeing me crying uncontrollably, reached out to hold me again. "It's my fault for being too harsh. I won't say such things again." The more he said this, the more upset I felt.

I raised my hand and hit him. "You're not at fault. Why are you saying it's your fault? It's clearly my mistake."

"No, Mae, you're not wrong. It's my fault for having ill thoughts and speaking carelessly." Brandon insisted on taking the blame.

This made me even more distressed. I hit him again and again.

Finally, overwhelmed by my tears, I bit him.

"That hurts," Brandon said.

It was the first time he had ever said that.

I sighed in relief. Tears were still streaming down my face as I looked at him. Brandon wiped my tears away. "Once you're done biting, no more crying. Otherwise, your eyes will be swollen tomorrow, and that won't look good."

"It's all your fault," I blamed him again.

"Yes, it's my fault. I won't do it again," Brandon said as he wiped my tears away.

he wasn't at

wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my teary face against

I should be punished. Do you

but he just

argument left me in tears, but it ended swiftly, within five

the tears and the argument,

I looked for a way to ease the

go take a shower," Brandon said before pushing me back into the bathroom and shutting the door behind me. "Brandon, I was

you're always right," Brandon said

teary reflection in the mirror when

never acted out of line. I monitored his every mood, and if he frowned, I would worry that I had upset him in some

Brandon's indulgence and affection, I found myself

to stop this,"

out of the shower, Brandon had already warmed up the milk. He was now in his loungewear, sitting on the sofa and working on his

set aside his computer to take the towel from my hand and

I drank the warm milk, I thought about the dinner we had and said, "Brandon, do you know I've been upset these

hand moved through my hair and massaged my scalp. It

me

"Hmm?" He seemed confused.

nibbled on the edge of my cup. "I thought the boss behind Xander was you. I assumed you were deliberately hiding your identity from me." "Why