But for some inexplicable reason, this man makes me want to be stubborn. I have the urge to go toe to toe with him, to prove I won’t be the one that backs away from the edge of the cliff before he does, no matter how many rocks crumble under my sneakers, or how strong the wind blows. Annoyance flickers in his irises, like I’m a fly he can’t swat away. “If you looked more enthusiastic when sitting on your fiance’s lap, then perhaps he’d buy you a pearl necklace of your own.”
