Lucifer's POV
It's been over a week since I got shot and a few days since I woke up but since then I have looked into Sebastian's eyes countless times and I have realized only one thing... something wasn't right.
At first, I told myself he was tired, then I told myself he was stressed... After all, I had nearly died and he nurses me back to health.
Anyone would be shaken after something like that, right? But days had passed, too many days and nothing had changed.
He still smiled when he looked at me, but it never quite reached his eyes, he still took care of me, but there was distance between us now.
A wall, a silence... Something I couldn't understand and it was driving me insane.
I sat up on the bed and stared toward the bathroom door where Seb was having his bath. The shower had stopped running a few minutes ago which means he would be out any moment from now.
