Mated To Four
He’s frowning at me, like he disproves of my height.
My eyes widen and I look up at him.
He’s at least a foot and a half taller than me.
I swallow hard.
“I’m not that short,” I huff, crossing my arms over my chest, ready to defend myself.
“Are you even five feet?”
“I’m four eleven and a half.”
“The half doesn’t count.” Forrest smirks, rocking back on his heels.
I roll my eyes. Again. “It so does.”
“Your eyes are black now.”