There was something so dry, so uncaring in her tone that ignited his temper, and it threatened to flare. It was only the reminder that they were in the library that cooled it, yet his expression shifted into one of undeniable irritation (not that she noticed. She wasn't even looking at him).
"You know, I'm trying." Trying what? He wasn't sure himself. "And you're being... ugh." He turned and shoved a book back onto the shelf, knocking two or three onto the floor in its place. He didn't bother to pick them up.
"You know, I'm trying." Trying what? He wasn't sure himself. "And you're being... ugh." He turned and shoved a book back onto the shelf, knocking two or three onto the floor in its place. He didn't bother to pick them up.
