Chapter 23 Terrible liar
Losing my balance, I gasped and fell upon his body. With the everlasting grin, he studied my face, and as I tried to get up, he wrapped his arms around my waist. "I know, your feet hurt." He had claimed without my acknowledgment.
Well, he was right. My legs, feet, and every part of my body hurt, they were freezing in this cold. I blamed my jacket for not being warm enough. "No, they don't." I said, didn't agree that could provoke him to take me on the bed. "Let me... ah." He pinched my cheek.
"You are a terrible liar, My lady." He sneered, mouth twitching.
I was a good liar. I would look glad even when I was in grief. But I didn't realize the habit was gone and he easily read me.
But wait, he called me something new. What was it? I couldn't remember. "W-what did you call me?" I asked and realized we were so close. I had been never so close to any man. Our bodies were pressed together. I could feel his heartbeat against mine.