Our eyes met, and the surprise on his face almost made me smile. But then his eyes scanned the tattoo on my back, and they turned cold again.
I rolled my eyes, pulling his childhood shirt over my head and down my body to hide the tattoo. Hope had flared for a moment that he might prefer that I keep my shirt off, but with the issue of my tattoo still weighing heavy on us, that was clearly not the case.
“Rian,” I said, pulling on his arm when he tried to walk toward the bathroom. “We need to talk.”
“About what?” He wasn’t pulling away from me, but his entire body had become tense because of my touch. The sparks were flaring stronger than ever before, but he seemed unaffected by them. That hurt.
“Rian, please,” I tugged lightly on him. “I don’t want to fight over something stupid.”
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