I GET petty over silly things? Oh, I'll show him petty. Snatching my hand away after Lucas is done applying ointment, I fold them on my chest.
Footsteps resound on the stairs and I turn to face Lucas, searching for that one look he gave me after I said I was going to kiss Tim—but it's not there. He has his business face on, that fucking poker face. I love it at work, not now. I can't read his fucking expressions with that plastic shit on his face.
"I'm ready when you are," Paul calls out, stopping midway when he sees me sitting next to his boss. He immediately walks over, his voice masked with sympathy as he reaches for my hand. "Iris, are you okay now?"
Letting him scan me, I glance at Lucas whose face still looks stone-cold and stoic. Is he pissed or does he really not care at all? "I am, thanks for noticing you sweetheart," I reply through gritted teeth, tearing my gaze away from Lucas.