Chapter 632

• He turned the stereo up loud, indicating he wouldn’t attempt conversation. He had nothing left to say to her. She was messing with his head in various ways, and he couldn’t do this anymore. Noticing her hand in her hair, twisting it anxiously, he lost what hold he had left of his temper. Seeing her like that always irritated him, but now it just fucking enraged him. He tugged her hand out of her hair aggressively.
• “Stop fucking doing that!” he barked over the music, eyes glinting at her with fury. She glared back haughtily.
• “That hurt,” she snapped, reaching out to turn the music down. He had no idea what was even playing; it was all just noise to drown her out, and it was failing. She touched her head at the root of the hair she had been twisting, indicating he had pulled it, and he felt bad despite his anger. He always felt stupidly guilty when it came to her. She had a way of making him feel like the biggest asshole on the planet effortlessly. Maybe being an asshole was what he should be doing and killing this once and for all. If they weren’t friends, perhaps they could be professional and not give a fuck about each other anymore.