Chapter 12
- “Clyde...” Ella’s voice was low, the barest hint of warning to her tone as he unclipped her hair, one large hand holding the back of her neck as he brushed his nose against hers.
- “We've talked about this.”
- Ella was under the impression that those talks had been highly effective in setting clear boundaries on what they were. Apparently not, or she had been deluding herself into seeing the red flags as flags.