Turned tables

“Are you?” He turned to me, his voice sober and quiet, a bit sad but there was something in his voice that I couldn’t place. I couldn’t tell if it was regret, remorse or it was just me hearing things that he hadn’t meant.

“Want me to prove it?” I smiled naughtily, moving to undo his buttons, but as I slipped my hands under, he moved away from touch. He moved so fast as if my touch had repulsed him. I wasn’t seeing things, there was no other meaning to that action.

But I was willing to be understanding and not jump to conclusions. I leaned up to kiss him but all I got was, “No, Rayna.” And a simple kiss on my cheeks.

“Why?” I asked, hurt by his rejection. It seemed like I had stayed away from him for too long and he no longer wanted me. Or he had finally lost interest in me. Earlier he had acted like there was no distance between us, like we were even friends, but I was wrong, it had been indifference, he probably now saw me as a member of his household, like one of the maids.

“You’re