C29 Twenty nine

His gaze was still settled on me when he asked this, and I couldn't help but stiffen when he reached out to pull back a strand of my hair that blew into my face, his warm fingers scraping my face along the way.

"Hmm?" He demanded again when I didn't respond.

"No, it's not that. I..." I began to speak, but he interrupted, "That's a shame then. I came because I thought you did