Chapter Twenty Five: Taste of the lunch
"No, actually. It's Julia." I shoot back before walking around him, or at least attempting to before he grabs my wrist and pulls be back to the very same spot.
"What is the difference?" he quirks a grow and stares into my soul. I avoid his eyes because what in the world?!
"What is the difference between asking me while I stand over there and asking me while I stand here?" I question and he runs his tongue over his perfect set of teeth while analysing me with narrowed eyes this time around.
"You are quite fiesty aren't you? The closer you are to me the easier it is for me to know if the answers you are giving me are false or not." he answers and I furrow my brows. So he thinks he is the body language analyst here? There can only be room for on
