Loreen's POV
Loreen rubbed his lips. "Why would I be pissed," Loreen said.
Sairis shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe because you feel that I cannot make my own choices now that I'm married to you." He turned back to the closet. "I really don't have to be in the same room with you all the time. I'm allowed to have my own space."
Loreen arched a brow. He completely agreed with that, but he was not about to say it out loud and give Sairis another reason to make a big deal out of it.
"That is not true and you know it. You can make your choices without me interfering." Loreen replied. "And I hardly notice anyway, Sairis, because you are here all the time regardless."
Sairis stopped moving.
He turned around slowly. "So my presence is the problem now."
"That is not what I—"
