It seemed her threatening tone was as utterly lost on him as what she had actually said. "I said, I'm - not - pining," she hissed furiously in staccato. She tried to wriggle her wrist out of his grasp but was reluctant to let go of his out of principle which made it nigh on impossible. At least the sentiment was there.
"I know what you're doing but it's not going to work, I don't want you, I'd sooner sleep on a bed of broken glass." As much as it was said for effect, if it came down to it she really would choose the broken glass over admitting out loud and to his face that she was attracted to him. The phrase 'If you lay a hand on me...' ran through her mind but obviously that would sound farcical with his hand already locked around her wrist. "But if a confession is what you're after then have this: I practically asked for that invitation tonight and I lied about Brynn because I find your company repugnant."
It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep her voice quiet. "The only reason I'd want to touch you is so I could wrap my hands around your throat." Her own words conjured up an image in her mind that made her feel the exact thing she was railing against which was so unexpected that her anger seemed to abruptly forget itself. Tig released his wrist and moved to walk away, hoping he wouldn't keep hold of her. "Don't follow me." Any intention of being discreet in going outside was out the window now, she starting to break a sweat.
"I know what you're doing but it's not going to work, I don't want you, I'd sooner sleep on a bed of broken glass." As much as it was said for effect, if it came down to it she really would choose the broken glass over admitting out loud and to his face that she was attracted to him. The phrase 'If you lay a hand on me...' ran through her mind but obviously that would sound farcical with his hand already locked around her wrist. "But if a confession is what you're after then have this: I practically asked for that invitation tonight and I lied about Brynn because I find your company repugnant."
It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep her voice quiet. "The only reason I'd want to touch you is so I could wrap my hands around your throat." Her own words conjured up an image in her mind that made her feel the exact thing she was railing against which was so unexpected that her anger seemed to abruptly forget itself. Tig released his wrist and moved to walk away, hoping he wouldn't keep hold of her. "Don't follow me." Any intention of being discreet in going outside was out the window now, she starting to break a sweat.
