**A Night Away**
When we arrive at the hotel, the unspoken aftermath of our argument in the car still lingers.
You put the bags down and look around the room frowning. I want to say sorry but can’t seem to bring myself to do it. I can feel the tears sparking. We don’t often get a night away, and now it’s going to be ruined by a stiff coldness that will be difficult to shake off.
I sit down on the edge of the bed with a deflated little huff.
I can feel your eyes on me, but don’t want to return your gaze. If I do, I will cry, or we’ll have another row. You don’t want to be ignored though and move until you’re standing in front of me. Your hand firmly lifts my chin, making me look at you.
Our eyes are locked in a battle for a minute, and I’m just wondering who’s going to give in when you break the silence.
“Get in the bathroom”.
You’re using your *boss* voice.