“I’m sorry,” I grumbled, as if this were somehow my fault alone instead of ours.
“Don’t be.” I needn’t look over at him to know he was watching me. Waiting for me.
Words broke into disconnected syllables as I replied, “Don’t do that.”
Another pan splashed violently in the water before he turned and faced me. “Do what?”
“Deny me a normal day.” Weak, pathetic, I begged him from behind my eyes, pleading to him silently in lieu of the words I couldn’t say. “This is detention. We’re washing dishes. Just…give me that.”
His right hand clutched the counter’s edge, even though I could feel that it wanted to reach for something else. Edward nodded and blinked once. “That I can do.”