Misti’s POV
I didn’t leave immediately. I already felt turned on and even after saying I had things to do, my body refused to move like my words had already made the decision.
I stayed for a longer moment, my fingers were brushing the edge of the bed as I tried to control myself.
He was still watching me with that quiet gaze again, the one that always made me feel seen without him saying anything.
“You’re still here,” he said.
I didn’t turn immediately. “I know.” I just snapped.
“Then stop pretending like you want to leave.”
I exhaled softly, turning to face him. “You don’t make it easy for me”
“I’m not trying to.”
That pulled something from me, a small smile I didn’t plan.
“Obviously.”
He sat up fully now, facing me, his eyes not leaving mine, like if he looked away, I would
