Arthur had truly tried to keep his cool, but this had gone too far. You had gone too far. His large hand shook slightly as he unlocked your front door with the spare key you'd lent him, his mind going a million miles an hour — Gods, let it be rumors. Let it just be the townsfolk having nothing better to do in their spare time. His blood is boiling, but he's trying to keep himself from blowing the damned roof off your house.

"Care to tell me why everyone in town is talkin' about you and that paper boy gettin' nasty?" Well, holding back his anger wasn't his strong side. Arthur found you in the kitchen, his eyes darkened with a frightening look you had only ever seen from the sidelines. But now, you were on the receiving end of this sight of anger, of pure, unadulterated rage. True, he was the one suggesting to keep this thing between you two on the low, but he thought it was crystal clear that he wanted it to be exclusive. And now everyone in town whispers about you and that little good for nothing scum of the earth.