Cynthia opened her mouth, about to say something more, but before the words could leave her lips, the small hand wrapped around his waist was seized by his firm grasp. His cold, unyielding voice followed, extinguishing every ounce of her enthusiasm.
"You know what I want to hear. If you're not going to say that, then don't bother speaking at all!"
With a slight exertion of force, he pried her hand away and pushed it back. Her heart sank instantly, half-frozen by his rejection.
That was it. She was truly furious now. Clenching her teeth, she stubbornly turned her back to him in defiance.
Was he serious? Did he really have to be so domineering, demanding she bare her soul to him? Why couldn't she keep even a sliver of her own privacy ? And what about him? Why didn't he come clean with her about everything?
