KALLE
A little spark of anger lit in her chest, right alongside the slowly dying embers he'd just lit inside her. She pushed herself off the table and walked around it, towards him. But he saw her coming and turned his back, walking around the table further to the next stack of books.
She had a sudden vision of herself chasing him around and around the table, begging him to kiss her, and him screaming that he couldn't and she snorted.
But Gahrye wasn't inside her head and he turned, glaring at her. "I'm glad this is funny to you."
"Oh, it's not, I assure you," she said and put her fists on her hips. "But I think I'm starting to see the other side to this whole protective thing you've got going on. If we do this, will you always make decisions for the both of us?"
He frowned, but didn't hold her eyes, just kept stacking, and restacking books.
