Geniue Emotions

As they strolled into the house, Paige headed to the kitchen while Clinton settled into the living room. Soon, she returns with a cup of water and hands it to Clinton and settles in the other sofa. He gulps down the water, setting the cup on the table- a stern look on his face.

"Are you hinting.... I'm an unwanted guest?" Paige, who was also sipping on a cup of juice, glanced at him, confused.

"Why?"-

"It suddenly got awkward." He cut in, "Could it be..."

"Be what?" Paige snapped, her eyes flashing with defensiveness.

"that you can't stand my guts?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Paige's eyes widened, her face flushing with surprise. Followed by a long pause, the tension between the palpable. Before Paige could her words, Clinton impulsively, jumped into Paige's sofa, making her jump into the one he was initially sitting in. Paige's eyes widened in surprise, her juice almost spilling out of her cup.