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My stomach clenches. “How—”
“You left it in your office.” He reaches out, his hand curling around my throat. “What in there triggered all these new ideas?”
I sway within his hold. “I realized I’m your pet. The evidence…”
His thumb caresses my racing pulse. “So you stopped sleeping with me.”
“You were in the hospital,” I protest.
“You stopped touching me.” When my mouth opens, his thumb slides under my chin and closes it. “You built a fucking spreadsheet to take care of me.”
“It’s a care manual,” I mumble.
“Of course it is.” He laughs, a humorless, grating sound. “And I went along with it.”
“You agreed to the parameters.”
“I didn’t fucking know the parameters, Bunny,” he growls. “Because you wouldn’t tell me.”
His body rocks forward, his hips connecting with my lower stomach, and I feel the hard outline of his cock. The contact sends desire surging through me, and I choke back a needy moan.
“I let you tell me where to sit. When to eat. When to sleep. I ask you for crackers when I can grab my own fucking crackers because you needed to take care of me, so I let you.”
I knew he could get his own crackers.
At least, I think I did.
“I let you decide when I can touch you. I let you turn off my music,” he continues, his body burning into mine where we connect. “I let you move me into whatever box lets this make sense in your head because I know you need the box.”
“Kain—”
He talks right over me, his voice cracking. “But you don’t get to take away the only box you’ve ever let me have.”
I blink at him. “What box?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
There’s a correct response here, but I don’t have the data. “Sex?”
“Yes, sex.”
“But that’s what I’m trying to explain.” His hard cock is distracting me, and I rise onto my toes, trying to align us, but he doesn’t help the way he usually would. “I put you there when you don’t belong there.”
“Why don’t I belong there anymore?”
“Because we’re roommates.” My brow furrows. “Or I’m your pet. Either way, I misfiled you.”
Kain tips his head back. “For fuck’s sake.”
“What?”
He leans down until his nose touches mine. “We are not fucking roommates, Reef.”
My stomach drops. “But…we live together.”
“Yes.”
The static in my head tangles everything he’s saying. The conversation is shifting too fast, impossible to keep up with past the thrumming in my blood. “We live together. That makes us roommates.”
