Posted on Tue Apr 18, 2017 11:00 am
Should I be flattered? Should I be upset? Why couldn’t I pause time and think this over? (Of course, if you only got one chance to do that, this wasn’t the time to waste it on.) The only thing I knew for sure is that I felt foolish for not realizing earlier why he shot me down. I didn’t know if jealousy was particularly the right word - well - no it absolutely was the right word. My eyes widened, catching my bearings after he spun me and thanking my stars that I wasn’t yet in heels. My jaw hung in a loose smile, my eyes still wide as I looked at him. Should I say it? Or would that ruin the moment? Oh, my - was there a moment? Compromise it was.
Logan Byrne are you… jealous? I kept the smile and raised my brows, making the statement sound as much like poking fun as possible. I straightened up my back, crossed my arms, and raised a brow all while showing my teeth through the pulled corners of my red lips. I’ve never cared about Mrs. Reynolds’ opinion. He’d weaseled his way out of the doghouse, if there was one to put him in. I was already smiling and laughing and the butterflies, as cliche as it sounds, were going back and forth from my stomach to my chest. We could have just as much fun staying in if you’d just - Nope. Nope nope. Wasn’t going there. I was going out. We were going out, even if I was willing to let him beg and grovel first. A goddess? Oh, my, maybe I should ask my other subjects if you’re deserving, I said unable to stop the slight giggle that followed because me being a goddess was just as absurd as having loyal subjects - well apart from Logan. I looked at my nails, hamming it up just as much as he was, frowning and pretending to be taking my time musing on his worthiness. Finally, I let my stiff posture loose, I bent down and pried his hand from my leg then used it to pull him up. You know just as well as I do that behaving’s no fun. But you can be my servant for the evening. Fetch me my keys. Nova, of course. And you’ll have to let me into my bedroom because I will need at least a cardigan. I went directly to the closet and found the black knit waist length cardigan, then to look for the red pumps where I’d left them - by the front door. I shuffled them onto my feet and headed for the garage.