(Aurora's POV)
He had the grace to look slightly sheepish. "I'll cancel all morning meetings when you're around."
"That's not - that's not the point." I pointed at my neck. "Look at this. Full-coverage foundation won't even fix this. I have to see these people today."
"I'm sorry."
He said it with complete sincerity. His face, however, was the face of someone who was not sorry at all. Someone who was, in fact, quietly satisfied in a way that made me want to throw a pillow at him.
"You'll do it again," I said.
"I'll be more careful."
"That's not a no."
He picked up his coffee from the nightstand, took a sip, and said nothing.
I took the pillow and threw it at him.
He caught it.
The next two days were quieter. Phineas pulled back, I buried myself in work, and we maintained a profes
