Rohan was still for a moment before nodding. “I can see your point. But my concern is that I found them in your sink.”
Did I have ghosts?
Poltergeists?
I’d read a story once about monsters that lived under the bed.
Oh.
Looking up at the ceiling, I was relieved when Rohan started shaking his head. “Nope, no one is living upstairs. I checked in your attic and in the other rooms upstairs. You also don’t seem to have a basement, but you do have several randomly empty closets.”
“I kept forgetting what I put in them, so I just stopped using them.” It was either that or start labeling the doors...and that seemed like a lot of work since my label maker had died.
“I should’ve expected that answer.” Rohan’s grin said he was thinking about shaking his head again but had restrained himself. “I did expect the answer about the plates, though.”
The plates thing was weird.
“Do ghosts bring their own dishes?” I’d thought they were incorporeal but maybe not. “Is that where the random statues have come from? Do ghosts like roosters?”
Those were terrible and I couldn’t figure out where they’d come from.
Maybe I wasn’t going nuts?
“Someone is fucking with you.” Frowning, Rohan looked around the kitchen. “I have no idea what to do about that, though.”
At least I wasn’t stealing shit from the neighbors like a klepto cat on weird meds.
“I’m really glad it’s not me being a fuckup.” Maybe I wasn’t as dirty as I’d thought?
“Don’t look so hopeful. You’re still a mess.” Rohan glared at me as I sighed. “I’ve seen your office and don’t forget the state of your laundry room.”
Yeah, most of that was my problem and not amagical shit appearing everywhereproblem.
“I don’t think all of that’s mine, though.” I did not have nearly that many sweaters but Rohan looked skeptical. “Honest. I don’t like sweaters that touch my neck and now I have five.”
Five.
Rohan finally laughed as he wrapped his arms around me. “Alright, we will fix the gremlin or ghost issue, but for the time being, I’m going to feed you and show you the progress I made. Then we’re going to sort through the clothes on your bed and you’re going to tell me which are yours and which aren’t.”
Ugh.
“Thank you for doing so much work.” That might’ve come out whinier than I’d intended, but Rohan’s smirk said he’d get his revenge later.
“You’re welcome...and so polite.” Looking a bit like he couldn’t decide if he was going to laugh or spank me, he nodded toward the stove. “Dinner first.”
Then work.
Then sex?
Crossing my fingers, I smiled. “Yes, Sir. Have I mentioned that I really like soup?”
I was hoping I wouldn’t end up sassing him out of wanting to give me another orgasm...but I wasn’t terribly confident about it.
Yep, fingers needed to stay crossed.
****
“No. I’m not crawling under the bed again.” Rohan looked like he meant it that time, so I tried not to pout since we’d been too distracted being real adults to let me have another orgasm.
