There it was. He wasn’t jealous and hurt about Cora cheating on him. He didn’t care about that at all.
He was thinking about me.
God, I hated it that he could still be sweet, protective and possessive, all of which I liked when I was trying to convince myself I hated him.
“Tor!” I cried. “He’s not going to –”
“Cora, we’re not discussing this.”
“This is insane! If he sees you, he’ll freak! You can’t –”
“Leave him to me,” he ordered.
“Tor, seriously –”
His fingers tensed again and he growled low, “Cora, I said, leave him to me.”
I glared at him, my mind conjuring the vision of a Noctorno to Noctorno faceoff and just how freaking weird that would be.
Then I snapped, “Oh, all right!”
He relaxed but his hands brought my face up the inch it needed so he could brush his lips against mine.
My lips tingled.
God, I liked it when he did that.
“Stop kissing me,” I whispered, staring into his eyes.
“No chance of that, love,” he whispered back then let go and walked to his plate. “Is this finished?” he asked, pointing to his sandwich.
I stood where he left me, glaring at him. Then I stomped to the bag of Cheetos.
“Not yet,” I stated, shook out some Cheetos on the plate next to the sandwich, dropped the bag on the counter, rounded him and got him a can of Coke from the fridge. Then I picked up the plate and offered it and the Coke to him. “Now it’s done.”
He was staring at the plate and before he had to ask, I answered.
“Cheetos, they’re kind of, cheese flavored snacks.”
He took the plate and can and his eyes came to me. “The only thing I recognize is the bread. The rest is clearly not natural.”
He was right about that.
“We’ll go to a grocery store tomorrow. Now you’re eating processed food because the selection isn’t all that hot at the corner store.”
“You went to the market?”
“Yes.”
His face turned slightly ominous again. “Cora, I told you to rest.”
“I know you did Tor!” I snapped impatiently. “But I couldn’t. My house was a mess. My bathroom a pit. My sheets dirty. And I had to figure out what Cora had done with two months of my life. I couldn’t lie in bed and rest. I tried. My mind wouldn’t let me. I had to get things sorted so I sorted them. I survived. I’m breathing. So now, will you do me a favor and just bloody eat?”
He stared at me. Then he grinned.
Then he noted, “My wife likes order.”
“I’m not your wife,” I shot back.