CALISTA'S POV

I was just staring at him completely wide-eyed, and then my eyes quickly dropped over to his fingers on my wrist sinking into my flesh like needles before I snapped it away, turning around to face him fully with an angry glare on my face

"What else were you expecting Carl?" I said to him unable to hold the spitefulness and the bitterness that slipped into my tongue, he had called me pretty which chart a little out of my relationship but I didn't want to make any regard towards it and how he was expecting me to throw something on his lap I couldn't even decide for...