“You always underestimate me.” “And you always provoke me.” He gave a casual shrug. “I like it when you get mad. Proves you’re not an ice queen after all.” My buzz disappeared fast enough for me to feel the punch of his words. If you weren’t such an ice queen all the time, maybe I wouldn’t have gone looking elsewhere. She’s hot, but I bet she’s frigid in bed… For God’s sake, Sloane, smile. Why can’t you look happy for once? The pressure returned. A lump crawled into my throat, but as always, my eyes remained dry. No wonder people called me an ice queen. I couldn’t even show emotion properly.
