Silence crashed down between us, the words that revealed what father and daughter were doing at night hanging in the air like a live wire.
Bella's eyes widened in sheer horror as the weight of what she'd just said hit her. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth, her face flushing a deep crimson. "I—I didn't mean that! Forget I said anything!" She squeaked, voice muffled behind her fingers.
I couldn't hold back the slow grin spreading across my face. "Oh?" I drawled, stepping forward, enjoying every second of her flustered panic. "So I toss you around, do I? Like a little ragdoll?"
"No!" She blurted out, her hands still glued to her mouth as she shook her head furiously. "I mean, yes—wait, no! Ugh, just stop!" Bella groaned, turning away in a desperate attempt to hide her embarrassment.
