Chapter 32

“Here. Get the stuff out before it becomes permanent.” I glared at him even though I wanted to go back to cuddling and maybe even kissing. He was making me uneasy now.

He gave out an unhappy sigh but brushed his head savagely, collecting a small pile of debris in his lap and on the bristles of the brush. With a sharp knock on the table next to him, he slammed down the brush. He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair, which fell back into an unruly mess around his head.

Then he glanced at me and whispered a fierce “Thanks.” After a pause, he calmed down to add a softer thank-you. I could tell he felt better and less frazzled. I nodded.

He stared at me a few moments, then glared down at his foot and sighed again.