Alice didn't sit.
She stood frozen in place, trying to decide whether to throw a pillow at him or crawl back under the covers and pretend none of this was happening. He had walked into her room like he lived there. Like it wasn't strange. And now telling her to sit that he wanted to chat with her?
"I'm not in the mood," she muttered, rubbing her temple. Her head throbbed, a dull, insistent ache. "I have a headache."
He leaned back against the couch cushion, arms spread, "So do I," he replied casually, his voice a low rumble. "But I'm still here."
She gave him a look, her eyes narrowed. "Did you come here to annoy me?"
He tilted his head, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. "I'm not that free."
Alice eyed him, her gaze unwavering. He stared back at her, his dark eyes unreadable.
Yeah. She lost.
