"Were you aiming for my throat?" I growled, knowing I'd only avoided that because I'd been rearing away from her when she'd tried to break my fucking nose with her forehead. "No, I was just trying to butter some bread and my knife slipped," she deadpanned. I stared at her for a long moment before a laugh spilled from my lips and I leaned back, releasing my grip on her wrists as I knelt over her hips.
