Laura.
Tension crackles between us, imbued for some minutes by loud silence. Our eyes are locked. My breath hitched.
“Why!?” I ask, my tone laced with fury as it finally cuts through the silence.
Michael doesn't speak, but the muscle in his jaw ticks like he's trying to hold himself back.
“Why can't I touch you, Michael!?”
“Because it's not part of the contract, little flame. And it never will be. I'd appreciate it if you respect that,” He says, his tone anything but soft.
I snort, my head shaking.
So it's all about the contract.
Who am I kidding?
It has been about the contract since the beginning. Nothing more. Despite his words.
“So your contract says you can touch me, even knock me up, but I won't get to do the same!?” I ask quietly.
Michael's gaze wavers from mine.
