"You need something from me? You?!" Alicia swallowed hard even as she asked him. Even though she should not be surprised anymore, his answer still caused her emotions to flare up once again. "What is it that you need from me?"
Ezekiel turned, pulling her along with him towards his room. His free hand went to his shirt, unbuttoning it as they walked along.
"That I can't answer." Was all he said.
His answer made her grit her teeth and she was about to come at him when he abruptly turned mid-step, causing Alicia to crash right into his now bare chest as his shirt hung open.
She leapt back as far as she could instantly – given his hold on her – as if the contact scalded her.
The look in Ezekiel's eyes was serious. He seemed to be wanting to say something, but he was again probably thinking about all sorts of complications first. Damn him! Could he not just blurt things out without thinking first? Does he need to be so responsible all the damn time?
