Whatever. I don’t believe him, but my saying that doesn’t change anything.
“How am I supposed to have ice cream with your ex-wife after what we did?” I ask instead, my words muffled by his shirt.
Somehow finding what I said funny, Dark’s body vibrates in a low chuckle. “Kali fucks my father.”
Oh. Duh.
“Right,” I half-laugh. “I kinda forgot that part. That must be weird for you.”
“It is, but I deal. So, there’s no reason to be uncomfortable around Kali. Eat ice cream. Go shopping. Braid each other’s hair. Meditate. Or whatever you women folk do. You need to get out and make friends.”
“I have friends. You and Cell.”
“I’m not your friend, sweetheart.”
Pulling back from the warm hidey spot of Dark’s chest, I peek up at him. “Then what are you?”
“I’m your man.”
My stomach dips. “Dark…”
“I told you last night that you’re mine. That goes both ways. If you’re not ready to claim that yet, fine. But that doesn’t change the fact that when you go out with the girls, and men hit on you, you’re mine.”
“And what if you go out?” I rub the cotton of his shirt between my fingertips.
“The same applies. My dick can’t get hard for anyone else anyway.”
I snort at his ridiculousness. “I don’t believe that.”
He arches a cocky brow. “You want me to test that theory?”
“How…” Ah yes, he would have to flirt with other women. “No. That sounds awful. We’re not testing that.”
“Exactly…” Bobbing his head, he chuckles warmly. “Now say it with me, sweetheart. Dark’s dick…”
I snort a silly laugh.
“Nope. None of that. This is serious business. Repeat after me. Dark’s dick…”
Sitting up straighter, I try to take this seriously. “Dark’s dick.”
“Is mine.”
“Is mine.” I mimic his same, deep, manly tone.
“It belongs to me.”
“It belongs to me.”
“Good girl.” Dark beams, so full of himself. “You’re catching on fast.”
Jerk.
I flick him on the arm. “Fuck off.”
“Rude… Now let’s continue. I can use it however I want, whenever I want, wherever I want.”
“Stop it.” I’m not saying another word. This is silly. He’s made his point.