“I don’t know. Maybe you don’t pay enough attention to me.” It was supposed to be a joke, but the way he looks at me, with a soft gaze that’s unfairly serious, suggests he took it as anything but. “No one gets as much of my attention as you do.” My mouth goes dry. “I was joking, Chris.” “It was a bad joke, princess. Now stop deflecting and tell me why I’ve been walking around for weeks not knowing that my girlfriend could lay me out if she wanted to.” My girlfriend.
