Peter pulls his hand back, curling his fingers, and sighs.
Sarah swaps her weight from one foot to the other, looking at the stone floor. Her eyes land on the pool of red silk surrounding his feet mere inches behind her.
Peter steps back, adjusting the sheet, and it swishes through the tense silence. “I, uh, I-I… I don’t know, what to say.” He looks at the floor. “She sort of, um, pounced me? Caught me by surprise.” He fidgets with the sheet bunching in his hand.
Sarah faces him, eyebrows furrowing, and a frown twists her lips. “She pounced you?” She scrunches her face despite the pain. “Pounced, you. Pounced.” She exaggerates the pronunciation of the last word, tapping her fingertip against her chin. “This seems to be a recurring event as of late.” She raises and lowers her good hand i
