FORTY FIVE

ELIZABETH

The man had absolutely no right to be angry, I thought as we drove to the restaurant.

I was the one who should be pissed at his curving of me this morning in his room and his telling me that I was too innocent so why instead did I feel like he was angry about something that I did.

There was no way in hell, I was going to be the one to apologize or try to break the obvious ice forming between us and so I kept quiet too, even though my hands were itching to smack him across the head.

How could someone so intelligent be so dense in matters like this, was it not obvious how much I liked him? I thought to myself.

“you are glaring” he said, his eyes still focused on the road.

“excuse me?” I asked

“you have been glaring at me for the past minute, is there something I should know or something you want to tell me?” he asked, not glancing in my direction.

“there is nothing” I ground out before sighing.

Love sure as hell wasn’t supposed to be this tough.

Was that what it was? LOVE?

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