Latte Darling (Darling, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

“You’re too nice.” I snort. Her head tips back so she can look up at me, “What?” I shake my head, “Nothing, I just don’t think anyone’s ever described me as too nice.” “That can’t be true.” The scowl that forms between her eyes is stupidly cute. “Afraid so, Baby.” She makes a small humming sound, and somehow I know it’s her way of disagreeing. I squeeze her hand again, “You want to argue about it?” I tease. I fucking tease! Who am I? Her exhale is audible, “I really hate arguing.” Every hackle I have rises and I stop walking. The abrupt halt combined with my grip on her hand spins her around on the spot. She teeters with the movement, and I reach out with my free hand and grip her shoulder to steady her. “Woah,” she laughs. Then her smile falters when she sees the thunderous expression on my face. “Everything okay?” My mouth starts to open, but what am I supposed to say? Is there someone I need to dismember and bury in the woods for disagreeing with you? God help me, I’m trying to comfort the girl, not scare her. She stares up at me with those big glassy eyes and I can’t handle it. “Everything’s fine,” I try to not growl the words. “You sure?” she looks rightfully doubtful. “Yeah, Doll. I was just teasin’ you.” I try to say the word without choking on it. “But you can disagree with me whenever you want. I won’t get mad at you.”