I straightened when I noticed, looking up at him. "I think it's a good idea, Zeph. I want to go."
Zephyr pushed his chair back and stood slowly, the warmth in his eyes dying out quickly.
He let out a sharp breath and shut his eyes for a moment. "Is this why you came back?"
I frowned. "What?"
"You cooking for me… being all sweet, thoughtful, warm. Giving me a version of you I haven't seen in months." His jaw ticked. "It was all because you wanted to go to London?"
I was at a loss for words for a few seconds, too stunned to believe my ears. Then my arms folded over my chest without thinking.
"You speak like I need your permission to go to London."
It was the wrong thing to say to defuse the situation. I knew it even as the words left my mouth. But the anger at his insinuation pushed
