Henry shook his head, exhaling heavily.

“How long are we going to play this game?” he asked.

“Game?” I echoed.

“Yes, Rosie.”

“I wasn't playing any games.” I murmured, glancing at the floor.

“Then why wouldn't you hand me the books?”

“It's…”

He exhaled heavily, scratching his head.

“Christ, Rosie, just hand me the damn books, will you?”

Stupid…. Stupid…. Stupid.

Why'd you wear this flimsy shit?

Oh God… what was I even thinking.

“Can I quickly go back in and…”

He raised a brow in amusement.

Then reached toward me, snatching the books in one swift movement.

My heart hammered as his gaze flickered briefly to my chest—so quick...