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I laughed.
Offended once more, he planted his hands on his hips to glower. “What’s so funny about that?”
“Instinct tells me something else.”
“Instinct,” he spat like it was suddenly a dirty word.
Amused, I said, “You seemed to like my instinct when it was whispering your name.”
“You need to put on some clothes. You can’t be walking around like that,” he declared, changing the subject.
He was cute. Ridiculous but cute. I liked the contrast of his baby face with the scruff shadowing his jaw. Kinda like a little war going on right there between boy and man. I hoped neither ever won. I was wholly endeared by both.
Grabbing the duffle off the floor, he went to sit it on the toilet, and I made a disturbed sound. He chuckled under his breath and set it on the counter beside me. The zipper seemed loud in the quiet space.
“These will work,” he said to the room, pulling out an ivy-green pair of sweatpants and a matching hoodie. Next came a T-shirt and a pair of white socks.
Realizing how cold I felt, I reached eagerly for the warm clothes.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked.
“Putting on pants?” I replied, phrasing it as a question. An obvious question.
“Those are Prism’s pants.”
I glanced between him and the green fabric. “So?”
“So you ain’t putting on some other man’s pants! I forbid it.”
“You forbid it,” I echoed.
He nodded once, succinct. “His dick was in there!” he proclaimed, pointing accusingly at the fabric.
Laughter bubbled up in my chest, making it feel tight. “Well, it’s not there now,” I pointed out.
Clearly, I was the reasonable one in this relationship.
He crossed his arms over his chest, face stony.
“Weren’t you just grumbling that I wasn’t wearing pants at all?” I inquired.
He took the clothes from me, dropping them on top of the duffle, and then stepped back, swiping the red sweats he was wearing down to his feet.
I gasped, averting my gaze. “Ben!”
“The only pants you’re wearing are mine.”
“But what will you wear?”
“Prism’s,” he said as though it were obvious.
“So you can wear his pants, but I can’t?”
“Exactly.” He nodded once.
“I don’t understand.”
“You hit your head.”
