The book falls out of my hand and he grabs my wrists and starts checking them. I feel the embarrassment creep up on my cheeks. He glares at me before grabbing the book and shoving it back on the shelf, again he grabs my wrist and tugs me along with him. I keep myself silent as we walk back to his bedroom. I can feel his anger as it swirls around him, almost visible to me as he grits his teeth and closes his eyes in frustration. He rubs his eyes, not looking at me.