“Home.”
“Seriously?”
Great. Now he was incredulous. Irritation flashed through me and I spun to face him. “What did you expect? A slumber party?”
A muscle in his cheek twitched, the only sign that I was under his skin, messing with the unflappable mask therest of the world saw. “No, but you don’t have to run off like you’ve been burned.”
You did burn me.Was that what this was? Revenge?
No. It couldn’t be. Luke had broken my heart because I’d let him... I’dlovedhim. That was gone now. He didn’t love me, and I didn’t love him.
Right?
Either way, snuggling under his duvet for the rest of the night was never going to happen.
I flicked another glare his way, trying not to squirm under the weight of his steady gaze. There’d been moments during our encounter when I’d had the upper hand, but the longer I stayed, the more the balance shifted in his favour. I scrambled for the rest of my clothes and willed him not to speak again.
He didn’t.
