I gave him a headshake. "Nothing, just that people think you intend to mark Noelani and take me as your mistress.
He yanked his hand from mine and said, "Incredible!" before resuming his seat beside the piano. And you take this seriously?
I had to sit next to him since I couldn't get away from his intense look.
I replied, deflated, "I don't know. He was a paradox in motion. How was I expected to understand his true intentions? What was he really contemplating? How on earth was I expected to be informed?
He shook his head, turned to face me, and brushed a lock of my hair behind my ear. "Aoife, you really know me so little. It befuddles me," he said. He continued to hold his finger at the back of my earlobe and stroke the skin there. Despite the fact that the suggestion is intriguing and that you are really attractive, "I just simply don't want a mistress. Not you, not anyone," he said.
I arched my eyebrow and asked, "Why should I believe you?"
