- I sat there, my spine stiff and looked at him where he stood in front of the closed door. My last words to him were threatening to kill him, so the fact that I couldn’t figure out how to start a conversation right now wasn’t a surprise. Did I apologize for my behavior? I didn’t feel sorry for it at all, so I wouldn’t lie to him about it.
- Troy stood there looking worried, tired and almost as confused as I felt, clearly he didn’t know what to say either. His eyes just kept moving over me in a slow appraisal, normally I wouldn’t have minded that sort of look from a male, it was very complimentary, but right now it just reminded me of what had happened to put us both in this awkward moment.
- My emotions were running in about ten different directions and I tried to decide which one to go with. I was still mad as hell that I was marked but I couldn’t blame him, according to what Mitz had just told me. I didn’t want to forgive him too quickly either, he should suffer right along with me for a while at least. The feeling of wanting to snuggle into his arms kept flashing through my mind, which would negate pretty much everything else I was feeling. Awkward didn’t even begin to cover the state we were in.