“W-what?” she sputtered, her eyes wide like she hadn't expected me to say that, and honestly, I was shocked with myself. But I've had a shitty long day, and I just needed to rest and forget everything.

“Get out, Natasha,” I said, about to get on my feet, but she was still kneeling between my legs, and she held my knees.

“Why?” she asked, still pouting, her eyes big and round. It doesn't suit her. “I’m sorry, baby. That… that wasn't what I meant, okay?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh? You mean you didn't mean that you don’t care that I was hurt, and that you only care about what...