He watches me.
“I am not easy in any shape or form.”
He frowns.
“But…” I pause. “You really do make me feel inadequate.”
His face falls. “Of what?”
“Of this position. It’s like you look down on me all the time for being playful.”
His eyes search mine, and I feel like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t.
“It’s just…” I shrug. “For the first time in a long time… I feel cheap and stupid.”
His eyes drop to the floor and he clenches his jaw.
I swallow the lump in my throat. I know have to say this even though he won’t want to hear it. “Can I speak out of turn for a moment, please, sir?”
“You have since you started. No point in asking my permission now.” He replies flatly.
“Willow needs you.”
He swallows the lump in his throat, our eyes locked.
“I’m worried she’s going to beco
