The Apartment

"What in the hell is wrong with you? What is your problem?" I snapped, turning on him with all the anger I'd kept bottled up since dinner.

"Okay," he said calmly, unfazed. "I thought after dinner… I saw you two laughing, air-kissing and all that—I figured things were good now. Why are you still angry?"

I took a sharp breath, trying to calm myself. Maybe I was overreacting. But no, I wasn't.

"I told you not to be here."

"I thought the issue was Leana seeing me. She didn't see me. She didn't even know I was there. So why are you still mad?"

"I'm mad because you don't listen," I shot back. "Because you never listen to me."

"No," he said coolly. "You're mad because I keep my word."

He reached out to touch my cheek. I flinched away, swatting his hand before it could land.

"Don't."