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“Out for a drive?” I said slowly, as if I didn’t give a shit

Monroe took a step forward but paused, her hands swinging at her side The dress was on the short side, and nore the pull I felt toward her, but it was damn hard Especially when she hed

“You could say that”

“You look like you’re dressed for a party or so”

“Oh,” she tripped over her words, “I…this was all I had and…”

I didn’t want to do this Not with her I just wanted the truth

“What’s going on, Monroe?”

She took another step and I shoved my hands into my front pockets, shoulders hunched, a ferocious scowl in place

“I’m sorry,” she said softly

“For what?” So heavy It broke away like a chunk of rock falling frohter than I had all week

Was it the sound of her voice? Did she have that kind of power? Or was it the fact that being near her for less than fiveto crush her to entle smell

The crap week I’d had , I didn’t want her to get off easy I wanted her to squirm a bit

“I’m sorry for the silent treatment this week I…” She licked her lips and htly How could it not? She had on this light gloss that looked wet and soft All I could think about was the kiss we’d shared and how a it had felt

“When things get intense, I pull away” She shrugged “It’s what I do It’s how I cope”

Okay I got that I , but at least I understood