Chapter 10)Loopholes Galore
"Fine," he responded to my 'don't expect hopeful looks' statement. "But you're gonna do as I say."
"Why?" I questioned.
"You're on thin ice with what you've already pulled." His grip slid down to my throat as he remembered how I screwed things up for him.
My mind went blank for a split second.
When it came back it was in defense mode.
I suddenly didn't care his hand — the hand of the man who's meant to be the love of my life — was gripping my throat.
It's useful having a switch that can do stuff like that.
"Don't wear it any thinner," he brought me closer and held my neck tighter.
But I'm also realizing, even though he just tightened it, his grip's not enough to do any real damage.
He's not trying to hurt me.
The urge to smirk came back.
Softy.
"You are going to walk back in there with me and pretend you didn't know what you were talking about. You were just babbling on a hunch."