His lips upturned into a grin as her venom spat toward him. As much as he knew it was best to not anger a woman, he also couldn’t help himself when they were being hypocritical of who they were. Plus, he felt some sort of invisible force pulling him to tease her.
“Good job I’m not a boy, Miss Woodcroft.” He retorted, hands in his pockets. He listened to her words shoot at him. My, such language – from a lady – Charles thought. Oh, he kind of really wanted to push her buttons right now. He wanted to test her.
Keeping his hands in his pockets, a grin on his face, nodding ever-so-slightly (and extremely sarcastically), Charles finally responded, “How can you keep your… shit together if you can’t handle yourself, Miss Woodcroft?” As he said this, he raised his eyebrows as if challenging her.
He liked this girl. She was feisty.
“Good job I’m not a boy, Miss Woodcroft.” He retorted, hands in his pockets. He listened to her words shoot at him. My, such language – from a lady – Charles thought. Oh, he kind of really wanted to push her buttons right now. He wanted to test her.
Keeping his hands in his pockets, a grin on his face, nodding ever-so-slightly (and extremely sarcastically), Charles finally responded, “How can you keep your… shit together if you can’t handle yourself, Miss Woodcroft?” As he said this, he raised his eyebrows as if challenging her.
He liked this girl. She was feisty.