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“You’re not listening to me.”

“Just come home.”

He could get so fixated.

“Baby—”

“You worked all night,” he cut me off sharply, his voice rising. “I hate it when I sleep alone, and I just… you need to not do that anymore. I hate it, I really hate it.”

“I told you that you could invite any of your friends over to stay with you when I—”

“I need to feel you next to me when I wake up in the middle of the night, Trev. That’s what I need.”

“I know.” And I did. Sometimes when he woke up alone in the dark, he would call for me, wanting to make sure it was me, in voice and body, there beside him. “I’m working on changing it.”

“It’s time,” he insisted.

“Okay.” I nodded, putting my hand on his smooth cheek. Seeing his eyes, the hunger in them, never failed to flip my stomach over. The man had no idea how sexy he was with his beautiful mouth that drove me right out of my mind. The way he kissed me; how expressive his lips were, and pliant; what they looked like when he smiled or laughed or smirked; and what they felt like stretched around my hard cock, gliding over skin he had made wet.

“You took that breath,” he accused me, looking pained.

“I did not,” I denied, even though I had.

“You want me on my knees.”

“No,” I lied.

“But I heard—”

“Hospital. I have to go.”

“Trev?”

The idea of him sucking me off had me shivering with want. Whenever I got tired, I got horny, and I had no idea why.

“Trevan,” he whined my name.

I groaned softly.

“Baby….”

I grabbed his face hard, stilling him completely, making him stop. “You think stupid shit sometimes. You think you have to do something for me to make me love you—like I could stop now even if I wanted to.”

He caught his breath.

“Just stop. I gotta go.” I sighed, dropping my hands off him, ready to leave.

He stilled my flight with hands clutched on my coat. “I’m gonna cook for you, so you need to come home, all right?”

“I’ll try.”

“Promise.”

The breathless promise, combined with the narrowing of his eyes, was so hot it made my heart stop.

He chuckled. “I just saw your eyes glaze over. I’ve got you.”

“Always,” I said, my breath hitching.