She noticed his pained look when he glanced at her over the wine glasses he was filling, standing behind the island in his enormous kitchen. There was something scary about his look. It was nothing like the hungry looks he had thrown her just hours before from across the bar.
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He could see the look on her face change. It was purely because her look changed that he knew the atmosphere between them had shifted. It wasn’t because of her or what she’d said. Gently he pulled the big kitchen knife out of the drawer. It can’t be that time…
This post is a response to the 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups. It’s my first entry so I hope I’m doing everything correctly, please leave me a comment if it should be done differently. Thanks to Julia for the challenge.