What Have I Done?

"Are you even listening to me?"

Is it because I was not as tall as him? I knew many short people don't get taken seriously but damn. Is he trying to use his height as an advantage against me now?

I was so frustrated that I found myself pulling my hair and the bun I placed it in loose, making it spill like a torn dress. I can't do this.

"I'm sorry," I said, keeping my voice low, perhaps this tone will get it into his thick skull. "I am not like other women who love being claimed by you, that shit irritated me."

"Is that so?" His voice was low and husky, completely different from how it sounded before.

His sudden change of tone made me remember what I was putting on. I had stood up abruptly as our argument grew heated. I didn't even realize I was only in my underwear and a t-shirt until I felt his unwavering gaze on me.

My hair was loose and cascading down my back, and I could feel his eyes lingering on my curves. This scene, this idiot may take it that I was trying to seduce him to