Chapter 36

• Keera
• I picked my coffee cup, wrapping my hands around it and. silently thanking that my coffee was still hot. "There was no need to return the favor," I said a little sharply, slowly gaining back control of my traitorous body. "You don't like me, remember?" It was my turn to arch an eyebrow, taking a sip of my coffee.
• He uncrossed his arms, leaning his head back against the door frame and simply staring at me. I held his gaze, taking another sip of my coffee as we both silently acknowledged that he had acted like a complete asshole that night. And had done nothing about it since then. The breath he released before curling his lips seemed to echo in the quietness of the kitchen.