Why are you mad at me?
I look up to find Alex sitting at the table staring at me.
“I’m not,” I shake my head.
Then why are you going to make me fall for her and have a HEA when you know it’s not right?
“Alex, we’ve talked about this,” I sigh and close my eyes.
Yeah I don’t think you included me in that conversation babe. I think it was going to be an argument so you just skipped it and decided to do what you wanted to anyway.
“It’s just a story, what’s the big deal?” I challenge him.
That’s my point.
He sighs and under the table his knee nudges mine until I look at him again.
“What? What’s your point?”
It’s your story so you can do what you want.
“I’m trying to, you’re being difficult,” I glare at him, hating him a little right now.
No, you’re being difficult.
He smirks at me, the smirk turning into a grin.
“I hate you,” I mutter but I’m grinning too and he knows he’s won this battle.
The war rages on though.