I have to admit, it was great not to wake up because of an alarm. But then again, the factor waking me up, wasn’t much better. But at least he was gentle. It was already around noon and my was screaming for food. Tyson laughed. He kissed my cheek and got up. Last night, I dreamt about Harry and I was so convinced that this had never happened. I sat up and starred to the wall. There was a little part of me, and the rational part of me was screaming that it had to shut up, that actually didn’t want to leave. Up until now, Tyson had treated me like a princess. And yes, he’d been stalking me ever since I moved to Doncaster, but if he’d behaved like this seven, eight months ago, I never would’ve broken up with him. But there was this edge to it… I couldn’t quite explain it to myself. I got up and went to the living room, where Tyson was finishing up breakfast. “Hey beautiful.” He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my hair. “Slept well?” “Yeah.” “Sure?” Great, I’ve been talking in my sleep. Again. Maybe I should put ducttape over my mouth before I go to sleep. “Yeah.” We ate in silence, which I enjoyed. It allowed me to overthink my actions. I concluded that they were impulsive, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but in this case stupid and selfish too. Never in my entire life, I cared about what people I hated said. And yet, Melissa had driven me to leave the freaking country. Okay, it wasn’t entirely her fault, but she’d pushed me over the edge. “I have to do a couple of things, will you be fine for a couple of hours?” Tyson asked worried. “Sure, I’ll watch TV or something. I’ll be fine.” Never thought my chance to escape would be so quickly. We cleaned up and I was undressing to get a shower when Tyson walked in. Again, he wrapped his arms around me. It seemed that he couldn’t get enough of touching me. “I’ll be back quickly.” He gave me a soft kiss and left me alone. I frowned. Maybe, I’d seen it wrong, but he had this look in his eyes, I couldn’t quite explain it to myself, but it made me uncomfortable.

When I’d finished my shower, I got dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt. Seriously, he had arranged a complete wardrobe for me, but no sweaters or any warm comfy cloths. Seriously. But, countless dresses. I think it was a hint that he liked me in dresses. Well too bad, I hated them.