I bit my lip, and he surprised me when he pulled my bottom lip from under my teeth with his fingers, "don't do that in front of me."
Couldn't I bite my lip in front of him anymore? It didn't bother him in the past. Why did it bother him now? He's confusing me with his words and actions. I have no idea what it means anymore.
"So maybe I did get a small tattoo," I mumble. "I don't see why it's such a big deal to you."
I didn't want to lie to him anymore. But at the same time, I was unwilling to tell him I'd gotten a tattoo of his name.
He swallows, "I thought we told each other everything."
"Why are you so upset about this?" I ask him. "Why does it bother you?"
I was not going to let this go. I wanted an answer to my question.
I watch the frustration on his face as he tries to c
