Brenda leaned into Antonio, looking up to his clinically detached face.
“ You used to love it when I showed unannounced,” she purred, “ Now you barely look at me.”
Antonio’s jaw flexed as he took a step back. His gaze dropped to her hand, still lingering on his arm.
“ Don't touch me like that again.”
‘Oh yes. He doesn't like being touched, but not always in this setting.’
She thought to herself as she blinked, a sly smile playing on her lips.
“ Oh, come on, Antonio. Don't act like you don't miss us.”
He looked down on her, eyes dark and unreadable.
He pulled his arm away and not gently.
“ There's no us,” he said, voice low, sharp like a blade. “ There never was — not in the way you keep pretending.”
Her smile faltered, but she straightened. “ So you're telling me you've suddenly
