“Nice sweater,” he murmured behind his cup of tea. “I didn’t realise the Steve Jobs look was in this season.” So much for his concern. “Thanks. It’s to hide the bruises on my neck you gave me.” I also regretted saying that the second it was out of my mouth, but his reaction almost made it worth it. He choked on his drink and coughed. “Are you serious?” I peeled back the tight-fitting neck and his eyes widened. “Holy shit.” I sipped the tea and ate another cracker. “Don’t be sorry,” I added casually. “Because I’m not.”
