I rolled my eyes and then my filter obviously malfunctioned as I said,
“Yeah, gotcha. Don’t worry, damn fine actress over here, remember?”
He chewed the inside of his cheek and let out a “Baby,” like I’d wounded him.
He looked at me for a minute with pain in his eyes. I tried to soften my features so I wasn’t frowning or grimacing at him.
He reached up toward my face and I flinched.
Pain on his face intensified with my flinch.
His hand landed softly on my cheek in a caress.
He let out a slow breath, “f**k, baby, you’re killin’ me here,” then his hands were on my hips as he eased me off his lap and then took my hand and headed toward the door.
I don’t know what he expected, really.
Did he expect me to act like nothing had happened last night?
He certainly wasn’t acting like no
