Her eyes still on Christian’s hand, Violetta clears her throat.
Slowly, Christian’s fingers drop to the counter top. I don’t really dare to breathe because…well, because while we weren’t doing anything precisely bad…
It wasn’t good, was it?
If I caught my boyfriend doing that, we’d be having one hell of a fight later.
“Are you coming to bed, Christian?” Violetta asks, her voice tight.
Christian sighs and stands, letting his eyes trail over me as he gets to his feet and moves towards her. “Yes, Vi,” he says quietly. “I’ll come right now.”
She doesn’t say anything, instead just looking over at me, her expression cold. I don’t say anything either, letting my shoulders slump as I meet her gaze, apology on my face. Because, I mean, I didn’t do anything – he was the one who reached for me
