“YOU LOOK PERFECTLY fine." He glanced up to see a blush come to her cheeks. Theron found himself amused by the modest display, though didn't like the effect the small expression had on him. Liked even less how he had lost control the previous evening. Though he had thought to erase the memory from her, and had started the process as soon as the damnable kiss was over, it brought him some sort of perverse pleasure having her remember.
“I do realize how you must feel though,” he said, sliding the rocker over in his direction and sitting in it. “After you eat I'll run you a bath and give you a change of clothing.”
Her fork stopped in mid-air, a wedge of pancake quivering on the end of the tines. She looked at him with wary eyes. Theron didn’t have to read her mind; her expression said it al
