“Gross.”
“Yeah.”
“He just seems to get more possessive. Should we be glad he’s not peeing all over everything?” she asked.
“We should indeed.”
“Do you think he can even hear us? He’s totally in the zone.”
“He can,” Maverick rumbled.
Harper sent me a YIKES look.
I bit back a grin. When I looked over at him again, I found him opening my underwear drawer. “My thongs are off limits.”
“I can’t believe you wear those. So uncomfortable,” Harper muttered, shaking her head.
“Some of us hate panty lines.”
“Some of us prefer panty lines over constant wedgies.”
“Some of us—” I cut myself off when he picked up a thin strip of black fabric, met my eyes, and lifted it to his mouth. “Don’t.”
His lips curved wickedly.
He opened the fabric and dragged his tongue slowly over the entirety of one of the strips. It was clean, so he was just scent-marking it, but still.
“I’m washing that,” I said.
I wasn’t going to question why he wanted that particular part of me to smell like him.
“That would’ve been a lot sexier if he’d picked the dirty ones,” Harper remarked. “It’s a miracle you evenhavea pair of clean ones, considering your aversion to doing laundry.”
I glared at her and pointed toward her bedroom. “Out.”
She grinned and strode down the hall.
At least she was acting normal for the moment. Being turned hadn’tcompletelywrecked her.
I turned my glare back to Maverick and pointed toward the hallway. “You too.”
He put the thong back in my drawer and closed it. It was definitely the only clean one I had at the moment.
When he opened the rest of the drawers, he found all of them empty.
Yes, I’d even worn every single piece of old lounge clothing I possessed. Hence the overflowing laundry basket next to the dresser.
I rushed across the room as he turned toward the dirty laundry, and blocked the hamper with my body. “No. There are boundaries.”
“Fuck boundaries.”
“You can’t just—aghh.” I made a noise of complaint as he grabbed me by the waist, lifted me off my feet, and set me down behind him.
Then grabbed the entire basket of my laundry.
And strode back into the hallway, heading toward the door with basically all of my clothes.
“What the hell?” I hurried after him.
