Nefretiri
"What?"
My laughter dies the second I see his face. Did I say something wrong? Gods, It's sad how insecure I turn around him. I was so confident when we were playing. Why couldn't I hold onto that feeling? How could I tell him anything when his panic sends my stomach into fits?
"Nefera, what did you say?" He asks again with more urgency. Gods, he's on the verge of a heart attack.
"Nothing. Just trying to make you stop." I play it off, shrugging as casually as possible. What if he didn't want me to go anymore?
"Nefra, that's not what I mean." He grabs me around the waist and pulls me onto his lap, forcing me to straddle his thighs.
