"This is not some leftover attraction, alright." Rafe's voice echoed with frustration as his hand came down hard on the table, the loud thud breaking the tension-filled silence between them. He watched as her eyes widened, her expression shifting into something he couldn't quite place.
A pang of regret hit him immediately. Had he scared her? The sudden burst of anger felt like too much now, too overwhelming, even to him. He opened his mouth, an apology forming on his lips, but before he could utter a word, her gaze flickered downward. Her focus wasn't on him anymore but rather on something on the table.
Curious and a little unnerved, Rafe followed the direction of her gaze. His chest tightened when he saw it.