He turned around and the next second Hera found herself laying on her back in her bed and he was hovering over her.
He caught her wrists, forcing them down on either side of her head. "Why are you uncomfortable, Goddess?" He asked softly, and Hera detected the anger lurking in his eyes. She gulped as her throat suddenly went dry.
'Uh-huh, I made him upset.'
It seemed, her choice of words didn't go right with him, and Hera didn't want him to fight with her anymore. "No, I didn't mean to say uncomfortable," she said, and the substitute word that came to her mind next was 'awkward'. She wasn't that dumb to say it out loud. She knew he wouldn't favour that word either.
"I mean to say self-conscious. You make me nervous when you look at me like that," Hera said, admitting the truth.
