Tessa
I shake my head at once, “no…. I didn't.” I lie, hoping he believes me.
He keeps walking and I drag my feet a step backwards, reaching the edge of my dressing table.
“Why does it seem like you did?” he asks quietly, closing the space I’m trying to keep between us.
I pivot to the side, busying myself with nothing, my hands arranging my hair brushes and combs together. “It’s the soap,” I say quickly. “Some got into my eyes while I was bathing…. I”
I am not done speaking and I feel his fingers on my chin, directing me to look at him. I do. He doesn't look away, his gaze on me is disturbing.
“What happened?” he asks.
I twist out of his hold. “Nothing happened,” I say, making sure I avoid eye contact with him. “I just need my locks changed.”
He doesn’t answer right away. He just l
