Chapter 15

Sit? Sit! Panicking, I look around briefly for the place that makes the most sense. Unfortunately, my flustered brain decides that right where I stand is the best option, and plop right down on my sore knees, thankful for the soft rug beneath me. For a few moments, he continues to watch the television. He appears to be okay with my placement, momentarily. But then, he turns to me. I avoid eye contact by staring forward at a button on the sofa cushion. This displeases him greatly.

His chisled jaw moves along with the gritting of his teeth, as he scowls. My heart sinks further down into my gut, with every pulse of hot blood through the protruding vein in his neck. What in the celestial stars is going through his mind right now? As if hearing the question in my thoughts, a deep sigh leaves his lips in reply. He leans forward, bending down to meet my gaze, and we lock eyes with our faces only an inch apart. The ice in his eyes has been replaced by fire.

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