Chapter 20 Backstabber?

• After the shower, I trudged downstairs to make myself a cup of coffee, wishing it'd help me with my growing headache. Though the medicines Adrian forced me to gulp helped with the pain, it still ached a little.
• The memories of this morning flooded into my mind. 
• The way he held me in his arms when I had the little panic attack, the way he carried me to the bathroom because he didn't believe I could walk on my own and the way he took care of me afterwards.