Antonio’s laughter echoed through the kitchen, deep and rich, like it rarely ever got the chance to escape his chest. It caught Eloise completely off guard, she blinked, confused. Her brows scrunched together.
“ Why are you laughing?” She asked stiffly, trying not to look as thrown off as she felt.
He wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, still smirking, “ You're jealous.”
Her face went from pink to red in a blink.
“ What?! Me?” She pointed at herself in disbelief,
“ Brenda,” he said lazily, like the name doesn't mean a thing, “ you brought her up like she stole your puppy,”
“ I did not,” she scoffed, eyeing him, “ I just asked an honest question.”
He tilted his head with a mischievous, narrowed gaze and a crooked smile on his lips, “Uh-huh.”
“ I'm not jealous,”
“ Right,”
