“Faery shit.” I nearly shoved him over as I pushed Arran away from me. He sputtered, cursing himself, to chase after me. “I can’t believe you fed me that line and thought I’d believe it! What in the ever loving Hells is wrong with you?!” I was more angry at myself than I was him. Allowing myself to be seduced by him, only to have him pull the whole ‘you love me don’t you’ line again. My body still felt hot and bothered, which only made my anger even worse. Unexpectedly, I was spun around.
“I didn’t say your love of me, now did I?” Arran snarled, almost as if he could read my mind “I said your love in general, as in, what love you hold in your heart for others. The goodness you share.” I scoffed, trying to dismiss the fact that it bothered me that he knew me so well.
“Yeah sure.” Alright,
