She's still glaring at me, waiting for some sort of clarification or explanation.
"Just a chance to show you exactly how much you mean to me." I want to hang my head, but I force myself to meet her eyes.
Silently pleading. I have no authority to utter any such entreaties. Not anymore.
She continues to bore her eyes into me. Something in the pit of my stomach sours.
Whatever she's thinking, I know I don't like it. It's in the set of her jaw, the way her fists clench.
"Turn me."
I fucking knew it.