I set the picture against the wall and gazed up at him. His eyes were narrowed on me, his jaw flexing and his arms crossed. Even in just a baggy plain gray T-shirt and dark jeans, he was stunning, and I fucking hated it. I also hated how small he’d made me feel in just a cluster of seconds. Unsteady, I rose and walked around him, taking the glass to the trash can under the kitchen sink.
