Toe Under The Table

Now he wanted affection?

Well he's not getting that.

I swallowed, smoothing my napkin over my lap.

“I thought you needed rest,” I said quietly, voice measured. “You seemed…unwell.”

His eyes narrowed.

I braced for the explosion.

But before he could start again, Fabio chimed in helpfully, his to...

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