![]() ![]() All I had ever wanted in life was to affect him, to get him to feel something, anything other than simple tolerance for me. If I hadn’t had to concentrate on my balance since I was on my toes I might have grinned at that. “It okay, my own family doesn’t even remember it.” I pressed so close to him that my chest was flat against his and I could feel that the close proximity was having an effect on him. I shrugged it off and moved a step closer to him. The hoop on the side on his lip glinted at me in his frown. Those pale eyes flared for a second and his mouth twisted down. I expected him to move away, to gently shove me to the side but he uncrossed his arms and placed his hands on my either side of my waist. He was tall and I was not so I had to stand on the very tip of my toes to reach his ear as I put a hand on his shoulder and one on the door beside his head. I blew out a breath and tasted the tartness of the cranberry juice across my tongue still. He wasn’t throwing sarcastic barbs at me, or ignoring me he was just watching me. He was leaning back against the door watching me with hooded eyes. ![]() I turned blurry eyes on him and almost swallowed my tongue. It was warm inside so I shook off my jacket and pushed my shaking hand through my hair. He pushed the door open and twisted the lock. Maybe he was trying to translate my drunken speech because even I could hear that I was slurring between my chattering teeth. He was quiet as we walked up the front steps to the apartment. ![]()
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