She says it with eyebrows slightly raised, a little questioning, a little challenging. Hell, it's like she pushing at him on purpose, trying to find the button that will make him fight back, that will make him...what? Explain? What is there to explain? He's a grown man, and he can make his own decisions. She doesn't have to like them, but her opinion doesn't matter.
It's that simple.
So why can't she get it out of her head? How come she can't stop thinking about his mussed hair and unbuttoned collar and the flush on his cheeks?
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She says it with eyebrows slightly raised, a little questioning, a little challenging. Hell, it's like she pushing at him on purpose, trying to find the button that will make him fight back, that will make him...what? Explain? What is there to explain? He's a grown man, and he can make his own decisions. She doesn't have to like them, but her opinion doesn't matter.
It's that simple.
So why can't she get it out of her head? How come she can't stop thinking about his mussed hair and unbuttoned collar and the flush on his cheeks?
Augh.
"I'll know where to find you."