“What is it you think I could do better?” Lessia jerked when Loche’s voice ripped her from her thoughts, the liquor in her cup sloshing, nearly spilling over her hand. Looking over her shoulder, she eyed him where he stood behind the couch, his hands resting on the back of it. When their eyes locked, his held the same intensity as always, but his face was softer.
😩😩😩🤭 not him lowk caring about her opinionnnnn
