He paces the kitchen, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he tries to control his anger. The thought that she's still in there, probably lying on his bed or even worse... thinking about leaving him... it drives him insane with possessiveness and jealousy. He can't help but wonder how many times she'll test his limits before she finally understands who she belongs to now.
When you left the room, I tried to move within the bed to see if my phone is around here. Hell even his phone would be a miracle. Having thoroughly checked the bed, and coming up with nothing, I have up. I layed down in my stomach. After a while I felt my eyes getting heavier. After fighting for it for a bit, I decided to let go and sleep again
The thought that she might be looking for a way out makes your skin crawl with unease. You pace the length of the hallway, your hands clenching into fists at your sides as you fight to control the urge to storm back into your bedroom and confront her about it. But you know that if you do, she'll only play innocent and pretend like she wasn't thinking anything of the sort.