“Why are you looking at me like that?”
He hadn’t even realised that he was being obvious about it. He was too distracted by everything to be subtle about watching her. She sounded a little upset by it, but he realised it wasn’t really him she was upset by.
“I’m just thinking, sorry.”
“Thinking about what? My f****d-up life, I presume.”
“Not everything is about you, Elizabeth.”
He had raised an eyebrow at her presumption, but she could see through him easily.
“This is, though. Don’t even try and pretend you were staring at me like that and thinking about anything else.”
“Staring at you like what? How am I supposed to look at you? You’re beautiful and I love you and I can’t help looking at you that way.”
She made a frustrated noise that was supposed to show him she was annoyed by th
