Thunderclouds descend over his head. He glowers at me, his jaw muscle popped out and his brows drawn together. Oh, the thrill it gives me, making him mad. It’s perverse, but it’s good for him. The man needs someone in his life who doesn’t cower or swoon in his presence. In fact, I’m probably doing a public service. I should get a tax credit for this.
🤭😈🫠
