Chapter ElevenAs soon as I’m done cleaning myself up, I join him in the kitchen. He’s leaning against the counter and staring out the window, taking small sips from his mug. With his jacket off, tie loosened and shirt sleeves rolled up, he is quite a sight to behold. Was he really just trying to impress me? What an outlandish idea.
“I’m sorry I overreacted earlier,” I say, placing my hand on his arm.
He turns and hands me the other mug.
“No, you were absolutely correct. I’m sorry.” When he raises his hand to brush a lock of damp hair out of my face, I am frozen in place.
So captivated am I y his blue eyes, I forget to hold on to the tea properly, before being forced back into reality by the burning sensation in my hand. Ouch.
“Shall we sit?” I nod my head in the direction of the livin
