ARMAN“You’re mad at me.” I pulled Zoe to face me. Her face wasn’t expressive, but her eyes were, they had all kinds of sparkles that told of different things, it was a beauty to watch.She shook her head, “I’m fine.” I knew she wasn’t.“I’m sorry.” I pleaded.“You don’t even know why I’m mad!” Zoe lashed out, finally, her face betraying her anger. Still, she remained pretty. “It doesn’t work like that.”“Why are you mad?” I asked, trying to understand, it was hard to see beyond her beauty. It was harder to believe that she didn’t know everyone saw her the way I did.“I said I’m fine.” She stood up, wanting to leave my hold.I let her go for a moment, only to pull her back and capture her between my legs. “Tell me what I did wrong.” I pleaded.Zoe was beautiful and mine, it was almost hard to believe I could touch her if I wanted to. I wanted to. I trailed kisses up her shoulder. “Don’t do that.” But the anger was leaving her voice.It was hard to believe, but my girl liked physical t
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