Leah
"If you were one of the girls at the auction," he said casually, "you'd have been easier to handle."
He turned his head slightly, grinning up at me. "Still... I wouldn't trade this stubborn version of you for anything."
I smacked him on the head with the dryer.
Was that supposed to be a compliment?
"f**k!" he winced, laughing.
"You're sick."
"I was just saying..."
I made to hit him again, but a knock at the door saved him.
"I'll get it," he said quickly, already halfway there.
I placed the dryer down and stared at the mirror. It looked back at me, cold and judging, reflecting a woman letting herself be touched by the very man she should hate.
Fuck you.
He returned a few minutes later with a black bag.
He sat beside me, pulling out a small box. Inside was a silver necklac
