The Don's Runaway Bride
He was wearing a T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers and was watching me with amused interest.
I took a deep breath and let my thoughts out. "Your fight is with Pietro, not me. Why don't you just face him?"
Steve reached out, and I flinched, expecting a blow. He laughed and stroked my hair out of my eyes. I forced myself not to shudder away from his touch, but my skin was crawling at the spots his fingers touched.
"As annoying as it might seem, your husband has got high pain tolerance." He said, as his cold blue eyes drilled into mine and it felt like I staring at a different being that I know absolutely nothing about.