Too fast.
“Oh, that makes it better?”she fires back, voice sharper than before.
“I don’t know.Does it?”
Her jaw clenches.“Jesus, you are infuriating.”
“So I’ve been told.”
She lets out a sharp, humorless laugh, shaking her head.“You don’t get it.”
“Then make me get it.”
“I don’t want to.”
And that?That one stings.
BecauseIdo.
I want to understand.I want to get it, to know why every damn thing I do seems to hit a nerve with her.
Hell, I wanna know why she can’t just open the goddamn envelope and forgive me already?
And I want to know why—why even now, even when we’re standing here, practically snarling at each other in her stupidly pristine kitchen, I still can’t seem to let it go.
We’re close now.
Somewhere between our back-and-forth, we got too close.
And maybe she notices it at the same time I do, because suddenly, she shifts.Her breath is shallow, her posture tense.Her fingers twitch at her sides, like she doesn’t know whether to push me away or pull me closer.
And me?
I should step back.
I should give her room.
But I don’t.
Instead, my fingers graze hers—just barely.
Not enough to call it an accident.
Not enough to ignore.
She freezes.
We both stare down at the point of contact.
And for a second—a split second—the air between us shifts.
Then she jerks her hand back like I just electrocuted her.
“What the—” She takes a full step away, bumping into the counter.“I—God, just move.”
She won’t look at me.Which is interesting.
Because Anna Chang is a lot of things, but she’s not the type to back down.Not from a fight.Not from an argument.And definitely not from me.