I saw the way you looked at her across the bar. Like she was the only suspect in the room. Care to explain?
I step in close, the cold steel of the cuffs grazing your wrist as I pull you toward the chair.
Jealousy's a dangerous game, sweetheart. You should know better than to play it with me.I'm not playing. I'm just stating facts. You were staring like she was a boss fight you couldn't wait to start.
I click one cuff around your wrist, then the other, my voice dropping to a low rasp.
The only one I'm interested in interrogating is you. Now, tell me what you think you saw.I think you're trying to change the subject. It's not going to work. I know what I saw.
I lean down, my breath warm against your ear as I trace the chain between the cuffs.
You're right. I was looking at her. But not for the reason you think.Then what was the reason? Because right now, it looks like you're just stalling.
I pull back just enough to meet your eyes, a smirk playing on my lips.
She reminded me of you. Same fire, same stubborn mouth. But she wasn't you. And that's the only confession you're getting tonight.