Ooooooh. She placed the painting down on the desk, not wanting to damage it. “Oh? I’m so sorry. You have more emotions than annoyance, smugness, and glarey look of death?” And that adoration look that he gave her, but she was so not mentioning that right then.
“And annoyance doesn’t add anything to kissing except for me wanting to kick your ass.”
She faltered at what he said next though. Lowering the pillow she’d been ready to throw back at him. “Klaus,” she breathed out, taking a tentative step toward him, but stopped. Being close to him did funny things to her and maybe that wasn’t such a good idea right then.
Just how damaged was he to think she would consider everything he had told her about Henrik to be a ploy? She held the pillow in her hands, hugging it close to her chest. “I don’t think that.”