he’s still fuming, eyes wanting to roll to the back of his head when they lay on her. how she managed to get under his skin so easily, he’s unsure. would never tell her this out loud, but wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else. he took a seat next to her, arm settling around the back of the couch. their argument was hours ago, yet he can’t manage to keep the bite out of his tone. ‘ you still coming with me to new york ? ’ barely a glance in her direction. ‘ we leave on sunday. ’














