Teddy's mouth felt dry. The television had suddenly lost all interest. He stared at her, a look of hurt and confusion on his face. He knew that grin. He knew her too well to fool himself, although he wanted to.
The expression on his face turned to one of disgust as she straddled him, leaning back into the sofa, trying not to touch her. He turned his face away from her, gripping her arms tightly as she lowered her lips to his neck, pushing her roughly away from him. "What the fuck are you talking about Victoire?" he said, his voice rough and menacing. He ended up sounding more like he was growling when he was angry, but he knew she'd be able to understand him. His fingers still pressed hard into the soft flesh of her upper arms, his eyes boring into hers.