“Are you serious, it’s not a trap,” she hissed, but she didn’t move away. As tired and frustrated, and just plain irritated with each other we were, it was clear neither of us had any thoughts as to going anywhere, or even separating. Super joy, this should be all the different kinds of fun. Note the sarcasm, because I promise you it’s there. More than you can shake a stick at, but I figured that maybe Ivy didn’t know what she was doing?
“It is if you were waiting for me to say something specific to prove your point,” I growled back. She flinched, which I take as progress, before retorting nastily.
“Really I just thought it was mothering you,” she replied, sounding thoroughly fed up. Now it was my turn to flinch. For multiple reasons. This was going to blow out into another fight, I jus
