Aurora's POV. 83.
“Luther, you can’t be serious,” I snapped as I stepped into the room, voice rising a bit without meaning to.
He stopped halfway to the bathroom, a towel hanging around his neck.
He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and his trousers sat low on his waist, showing the hair around his lower stomach… and close to his private area.
God.
I shook the thought off and walked straight up to him, anger heating up my chest.
“What the hell was that downstairs?” I demanded. “I said I wasn’t going to eat anything my sister gave me, but you—” my voice cracked, “you just had to go against me. Right in front of everyone. You made a decision for me like I don’t matter.”
He didn’t flinch. But his eyes were sharp now. Cold.
“Aurora, what the hell is wrong with you?” he snapped. “You’re always a
