Chapter Fifty-Five

I struck a nerve when his jaw tightened, and the vein in his temple popped out. My bear got angry, and I didn’t care. He wanted me to deliver my life and my decisions into his hands, no questions asked, and he thought I’d be ok with it? Only in his wild dreams. I sat back in the chair, one eyebrow raised to my hairline, and arms crossed under my chest. I noticed when his eyes flung to them with the movement, and I couldn’t help the warm tingling spreading over my body, and by the heat I felt on my cheeks. Probably they were pink.