After what felt like forever, I had finally reached the point where I was warm, comfortable, and annoyingly content. All that happiness should have warned me that the universe was preparing to ruin it.
Yuche had trapped me beneath a blanket on the couch and apparently decided that sleeping with me gave him the right to monitor every movement I made afterward. It wasn't like he wasn't doing it before the whole sex thing, but it ratcheted up like a thousand percent after.
It had been two days since everyone left, and I didn't know if I loved being smothered by the man beside me or hated it.
I was going to pretend that I hated it in front of everyone simply because I had a reputation to uphold.
When I pulled one leg free because the heat underneath the blanket was becoming unbearable, his eyes immediately dropped to it. "Does it hurt?" he asked, his brows furrowing in genuine concern.
