“How are you feeling, sweetheart? You look so tired.” For a brief second, I let myself arch into his touch, and avoid mentioning his endearment. I’m injured so it shouldn’t count. “So do you, and what do you mean about being attracted? I irritated you for years.” He shakes his head, his face gentling and making me stare at him. “Never. You’ve never irritated me. You’ve challenged me and made me laugh, but irritation is far too bland an emotion to fit the range of the ones I have for you.”
