"Let me go."
I was practically willing to tumble down the stairs by now, so I pushed back harder than necessary.
Any more time with this guy, and it'll suck my remaining self-respect away.
"Eli." He looked serious. If I took my time to look, maybe I'd see the exhaustion on his face. But that's a big if. Currently, I have no time to sightsee when all I want is to headbutt the guy.
"Shhh!"
"Don't, Lucian. Keep whatever you want to say to yourself. If we're to keep this professional relationship going, I need you to shut your trap."
I had to warn him because words mattered to me, sometimes even more than actions.
Shitty "love" language, if you ask me.
There wasn't even any love here, but if he said something that would further damage me, it wouldn't be easy to perform the besotted wife act.
