"What should we do?" he asks.
I look over at him. I can't help it. His blue-gray eyes are there, the same, and my voice catches before regaining its edge. "--Did you say we?"
He has the decency to look away--or maybe it's an eye roll--but it's brief. A second later, his gaze is locked back on my face. "Yeah, Layla," he says, returning my glare. "We."
It's been a long time since there was any kind of we, where Luke Owens and I are concerned. I'd been hoping to keep it that way.
"What should we do?" he asks.
I look over at him. I can't help it. His blue-gray eyes are there, the same, and my voice catches before regaining its edge. "--Did you say we?"
He has the decency to look away--or maybe it's an eye roll--but it's brief. A second later, his gaze is locked back on my face. "Yeah, Layla," he says, returning my glare. "We."
It's been a long time since there was any kind of we, where Luke Owens and I are concerned. I'd been hoping to keep it that way.