My answer came out lower than I meant it to. Rougher. Hungrier.
I took a step toward her, and she didn't flinch. Of course she didn't. Aria only ever fought back harder.
I studied the way her arms folded, the way her foot tapped impatiently against the floor, and I felt the heat rise inside me again. The worst kind of hunger, the one that had nothing to do with skin and everything to do with her.
"Do you just throw punches at every man who pisses you off?" I asked, grabbing the antiseptic from the first aid and spreading it lightly on knuckles with a dab.
She scoffed, glaring. "I don't know. You tell me. You probably have a better record of my behavior than I do."
Fuck.
That one hit lower than I expected.
But I didn't take the bait. I'd learned not to flinch in front of her anymore.
"What happened?" I asked instead, quieter now.
