My mouth drops. “Date night.”
He sighs while avoiding my gaze.
“Do you not want to go?”
His head shakes. “Not really.” He walks past me, and I follow behind him.
“Zayn, what has been going on?”
“Nothing,” he says as he goes into the bathroom.
I halt my steps behind him. “It’s not nothing if you’re acting like this?”
“Like what?” he asks, his tone sharp, while turning the knobs to the shower.
“What do you mean, like what? Look at how you’ve been?” I snap.
He turns toward me, raising his brows. “How have I been, Violet?” His voice is low, and he’s staring daggers at me. “Hmm?” He crosses his arms over his chest.
My breath catches and my brows knit together. “I don’t know.” I pause for a moment. “Distant.”
His jaw tightens. “That’s all you got? Distant?”
“Yes. Distant,” is all I can manage to say.
His lips press in a fine line. “You’re starting all this over me being distant with no further explanation.”
I swallow hard while the heat rises in my cheek. “We’ve barely talked since Sunday, and you’ve been coming home late every night.” My eyes flicker to him, trying to read his demeanor, but all I get is frustration. “It’s like you’re avoiding me.” My voice breaks.
He rubs a hand down his face. “Sorry for working to get the bills paid.” He shakes his head. “Most wives would be happy about that.” He opens the shower door and steps in.
“See,” I say, gesturing at him. “We’re not done talking and you decide to get in the shower.”
“Because you’re turning nothing into something,” he says while the water runs down his back.
“No. I’m not. Something is wrong,” I blurt out, my voice loud over the shower.
He stands there running his hands through his hair, soaking it with water.
“Zayn.”
He reaches for the shampoo bottle, ignoring me.
What the fuck? This isn’t like him.
I let out a heavy sigh and storm out of the bathroom. Heading for my car, I grabbed my old worn sandals from the mudroom. I don’t care how I look. I’m not going back in there.
Without even thinking, I realize I’m a street down from Rya and Ezra’s house. I should’ve called beforehand. I was so frustrated I didn’t realize where I was headed. As I pull up onto their driveway, I look around to see if anyone is home. There is a light on, so I get out and head for the door.
The doorbell chimes through the door. A few seconds later, I hear footsteps and the door swings open.
“Hey,” Ezra says, as if my surprise presence isn’t a shock to him. I guess it wouldn’t be, considering how close we are.
He widens the door for me to step in. “Sorry I came unannounced. Are you guys busy?” I say with a wince. I don’t want my problems to stop them if they have any plans.
“Hey Vi,” Rya says, coming around the corner in her beige lounge wear.
I’m assuming they don’t have any plans.
