Anthony looked at Faith's pale face as she absent-mindedly painted on her canvas. His heart clenched. He didn't mean to make her feel like she was a prisoner at his house. He intended to make her happy.
He cleared his throat to get her attention. Faith looked up and set her brush down but didn't say anything. She hadn't been speaking to him properly, and it drove Anthony crazy.
"I just...I wanted to see if you'd go to dinner with me tonight," Anthony asked.
"Sure, whatever you say," Faith replied absent-mindedly.
Anthony moved closer and put his hand on her back. "How long will you stay mad at me?" he leaned down and whispered into her neck.
"I'm not mad at you," Faith said. She softly moaned as he traced the waistband of her jeans and trailed his fingers up to her stomach.
"Liar. Yo
