"I am only going to tell you, once more..." Freya spat, following Kate through the penthouse apartment, away from the finely decorated dining table with the elaborate, high-priced meal that was cold by now and barely touched, "You say a single word about us to anyone, and we are done." It had been hours of arguing about this, and this was the only topic they ever argued about. Kate broaching the topic of going public with their relationship, and Freya shooting it down immediately. Kate was always upset about the outcome, but usually, Freya could smooth it over with a full glass of wine, a light touch to the spot on Kate's neck that always drove her crazy. But this night was different. Freya saw it in the other woman's eyes, and it was still burning just as brightly as she insisted on stomping around Freya's apartment, slamming any door she could get her hands on.
The current door was the one leading to the main suite, and Freya had to stop short before her face collided with the wood. She forced herself to take a breath, calm her racing heart. "You're being so unreasonable tonight, Kate. And after I worked so hard to order a nice dinner from the restaurant across town that you love so much." She waited a beat, took another breath, and softened her voice as she stepped up to the door. "Will you please just come out and we can continue with our night?"
