Uninvited Comfort

Lia

I’m a bit ashamed of it, but I cry like a little kid for at least twenty minutes before the door opens to my room. There isn’t even a knock, and I glare up at Dec, who pauses midstep when he sees me crying.

“Damn, you need some tissues?”

My eyes narrow. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He gives me an amused look, but the curl to his lips isn’t quite a smile. “I came to make you feel better.