"Why are you staring at me?"
Instead of averting her gaze, Tasha responded with a smile directed at Carson. "What? Are you getting all giddy?" she teased her husband.
"Giddy? Tss. In your dreams," He replied, redirecting his attention to the newspaper he was reading. Tasha had brought Carson his coffee to the pool area, choosing to sit across from him and look at him intently.
"Carson," she called him again.
"If you're trying to piss me off, back off, Natasha. Let me read and drink my coffee in peace. Leave me alone," he said to get rid of her.
"Are you still seeing someone?"
Carson furrowed his brow at Tasha's question. "Why are you asking me such a nonsense question?"
Leaning back in her chair, Tasha said, "Just curious."
"Then, eat your curiosity," Carson retorted, avoiding eye
