I swallowed nervously with discomfort forming, my heart fell to my feet and I was left speechless. He regrets not killing me? I thought he was worried. I thought he was beginning to care. I thought the better side of him was finally coming to light. Could I be wrong about him? Is there really nothing warm in his icy soul?
"Let's go," his tone turned harsh as he roughly pulled me off the counter and dragged me to his dresser, our heartfelt moment ending, "we have somewhere to be," his expression fell blank and he tossed me a pair of his basketball shorts, "put them on, your butt should make up for the areas that don't fit."
Another blush crept my face at his strange compliment and I did as told, putting my leg through each hole and pulling them up to my belly button. I lifted the shirt an
