He articulates every single word like I can’t hear him. I can. I’m just not comprehending anything.
Still, I jerk out a nod.
His reaction is to clench his jaw and let go of me. He steps back and away from my closed thighs and I’ve never, ever, in my life felt colder than I do right now.
It’s like he took away all the warmth with him.
I slide down the counter and watch him leave.
He takes lunging steps to the door but stops with his hand on the knob. He gives me his profile like he can’t be bothered to turn around and look at me, and I see his hard, angled jaw and his high cheekbones.
A prince through and through.
“And eat your fucking dinner.”