Rose
“What was the question again?” I ask, pretending I didn’t hear him when all I am doing is buying time to think.
He takes a step closer to me, closing the distance, and I stand my ground as I snarl at him.
He stares directly into my eyes, brown on hazel. “I asked how you knew she was kissing my lips.”
“Because she left lipstick on your neck. I assumed she kissed your lips too,” I tell him, and he shakes his head.
He is angry. He growls, “Don’t think I am stupid. When you uttered those words, you sounded sure,” he says, and I lean on my right foot while I tap my left foot.
I am looking up at him. He easily towers over me with his 6’2” height. He tries his best to intimidate me because his height doesn’t compare to the twins.
Damn, I miss them already. If only Benson has an idea o
