“You are breathtaking, Unfortunate,” he says, and my head twitches to the left, following his voice.
“That’s very educative of you, thank you.”
He laughs under his breath, short and sweet. “You’re most welcome.”
“Will you compliment my breasts too?” I ask, my tone thick with sarcasm.
He hums, amusement thick in his tone. “They are lovely.”
I jolt as he gently brushes his hand along the swollen underside of my left breast. He disappears, and I turn my head to the right, following the light tap of his shoes against the hardwood floor. I inhale, breathing in the thick scents of his rich cologne.
“What are you thinking?” he asks.
I swallow. “You’re making me uneasy.”
“Is it unease or anticipation?”
He touches a lock of my hair, then releases it. “I...I don’t know.”
“Think about it. One is negative. One is positive.”
I frown and look inward, wetting my lips. “I…”