Chapter 20: The Halstead House, Part 2
I swore his eyes turned black, but when I blinked, they were their normal crisp blue. I looked away, positive I was losing my mind.
"Chloe?" He said my name slowly, as if it were foreign to him and he was trying to get used to how it felt on his tongue. I much preferred the other way he said my namesmooth as silk.
"Look, it's not a big deal. I was only joking, but clearly you didn't find it funny." I tentatively placed my hand on his arm. His skin was soft and cool. "I'm sorry."
He was right - my jokes were corny. And hurtful.
Thankfully, he let the subject drop, and I promised myself I wouldn't be so crass and insensitive. I don't know what I'd been thinking. Of course, telling him people had warned me about him would hurt his feelings. But, once again, I'd opened my big mouth before I thought about what I was going to say.
I took another sip of soda and glanced around the spacious kitchen. Mom would have loved it here - she always relieved stress by cooking.