Artemisia
“What’s with her?” He asks me, and I curse myself as I see the green sprinkles in his eyes disappearing.
As he seems to perceive the change in the atmosphere, I’m disappointed to see how fast he adapts to it.
He loses his flirtatious demeanor swiftly and replaces it with his usual caring worry for me.
I should have known. Matthew is always like this, and I should have known that he would immediately react like this.
I should have taken the chance and explained everything to him in bed.
After getting some steam off.
At least I would have been executed with a pleasurable memory on my skin.
Clearing my throat, I pull my hand back, making him look at me even more worried. “Is everything alright?”
“Uh-huh,” I answer, trying to force a smile.
After taking a big gulp
