“Who said I don’t care about you?” he turns his head on me in a snap, eyes narrowed and a low simmering anger building. He seems outraged that I would say something like that, yet he’s been trying to make me believe it for so long. It’s grating that he only heard that in all those words I threw at him.
I glance away from the intense gaze and return to pulling at my pillow. Pondering that by now, Dane would usually have walked away from me as the conversation was steering to something deeper, and he never likes to do that. But he isn’t. He may be getting annoyed, but he hasn’t shifted or made it like he’s even contemplating leaving. I guess that kiss today told him we had to do something about this.
“You maybe haven’t outright said it, but it’s always implied, and there are times when how
