I turned my face away from his hold, the high from my orgasm passing too quickly. I cleared my throat, looking away from him and adjusting my panties. It was sticky and so uncomfortable.
“Why do you think it’s a who? I tripped.”
He stared at me for a few seconds before he looked back at my forehead. “You’re lying.”
“And why would you think that?”
“Because you can never look someone in the eye when you’re lying.”
I glanced at him before I looked at the space beside his head. “You don't know me.”
He scoffed. “Keep telling yourself that.”
He turned, and I could finally look at him, at his tense back. He left the room, slamming the door harder than necessary. Oh, he was pissed.
Now, I feel bad for that lady. But he wouldn't know it was her if Leonardo didn't say anything.
I sighed a
