"Just for the record," I said tightly, "a hell of a lot longer than you plan on hanging around."

I thought me tart reply would make me angry. if it did, he didn't show it. He stood over me, looking down at me thoughtfully

"Poor Olivia, he murmured. He gently brushed a strand of my wet hair off my brow with his fingertips. "You don't like to let anyone do anything for you, do you?"

"Stop teasing me, Brian," You don't have to jolly me up." I try  tried to act as if  I was unaffected by his touch, but inside, my heart pounded wildly. I felt a hot blush...