Laura Quincy tilted her head to avoid him, but the more she evaded, the closer he got, always maintaining just the right amount of ambiguity.
"You... saw wrong!"
"Really?"
Jason Hawthorne suddenly exhaled lightly near her earlobe, causing her to shiver. She glared at him, "I'm going to sleep!"
The tone was firm, but with a hint of coquettishness.
"So sensitive."
Jason chuckled without caring, clearly in a good mood.
"If I did the same to you, you'd be sensitive too!"
Laura retorted defiantly.
Jason looked at her with a mischievous gaze, lips curling into a perfect arc, "Anytime, you're welcome."
Ugh!
She was just using an example!
It's not like she was really going to breathe into his ear...
Why does his understanding have to leap like that?
"You misunderstood."
"What did I misunderstand?"
"I didn't mean that."
"I said: anytime, you're welcome."
"Ugh..."
A flock of crows suddenly flew over Laura's head: Caw, caw, caw...
