Scarlett
I remained curled on the sofa as he walked around, slamming the doors here and there before coming to stand behind the sofa. I could feel his eyes on me and my body perked up in attention under his regard, still humming from what happened in the shower. Damn, how my body made me feel like a fool for not giving into him for the hate s*x in the bathroom. But on the other hand, I won't lie and say that it didn't feel much better to knee him in the balls. I hadn’t realised how angry I still was about that whole picture thing.
“Scarlett.” I pursed my lips but didn't answer, instead deliberately closed my eyes and turned to the side. I heard a barely supressed growl before he tried again, “Scarlett.” But this time when I didn't answer, he said, “I am leaving. There's food in the frid
