Sometimes she looks at him as though he is speaking in a foreign language. It worries him because maybe he actually did say something stupid. The expressions on her face are always hard to decipher which makes it worse.
Murphy raises a brow, gives her a questioning look. "You're his," he doesn't sound convinced at all. "That's not how that works." It's something he doesn't want to point out but he does so anyway. "You can bullshit anyone else but I'm the best at bullshitting so try again."
His gaze follows her, watching her slip into this domestic role so naturally. "He forced you." Murphy can feel his blood boiling, anger rising to the surface. "Where the hell does he live?"
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Date: 2018-12-16 06:30 am (UTC)Murphy raises a brow, gives her a questioning look. "You're his," he doesn't sound convinced at all. "That's not how that works." It's something he doesn't want to point out but he does so anyway. "You can bullshit anyone else but I'm the best at bullshitting so try again."
His gaze follows her, watching her slip into this domestic role so naturally. "He forced you." Murphy can feel his blood boiling, anger rising to the surface. "Where the hell does he live?"