I stab the mute button. “Have you been with anyone since?”
“No, haveyou?” he challenges.
No. I haven’t.
I don’t get to answer before Ma reminds me that she’s still on the line. “Remy! Did you hang up on your own mother?”
Shooting him a warning look, I unmute her.
“No, Ma, I didn’t want to chew in your ear.”
Win snorts again.
“I knew I taught you manners!” Ma exclaimed. “You know what? He made you breakfast, so he must be a good cookie. Ha! See what I did there? Anyway, bring him with you, we could use theextra muscle to set up. I’ll see you two soon. Oh! And don’t forget the dress code! Love you, muffin.”
The call disconnects and my teeth scream with how hard I’m clenching them. The demon across the counter is wearing the most obnoxious smile.
“You came out to them?”
I shrug. “Yeah.”
“When?”
I hold his stare, letting the age-old hurt rise to the surface. “Not long after you left.”
He chews the inside of his cheek and drops my gaze. We fall into a brief, tense silence. It’s broken when he glances at me with a hint of mischief. “So… what’s the dress code?”
My eye twitches. “You’re not going so it doesn’t matter.”
“Oh, I’m going. Can’t disappoint Lucy Sullivan.”
I should tie him up and throw him over the balcony. Even better, the ocean on the way to my parents.
He rounds the island, curving over me from behind. His lips graze my ear. “You’re the one who wouldn’t let me leave last night. You’re gonna have to deal with the consequences.”
The ocean seems like a solid choice to drop his body. Such a shame since it’s so damn gorgeous.
Fucking hell.
I spin around, causing him to step back. The sliver of space is quickly eviscerated when his arms cage me in.
“You're not introducing yourself as my boyfriend,” I warn.
His head tilts like Mitz. “Then who am I going as? Your Ex or your fuck buddy?”
“Myfriend.”
Oh god. He’s smiling like a maniac. “I’m a boy…andyour friend? By simple logic that makes me yourboyfriend.”
“I changed my mind. We’re not friends. How do I get rid of you?” He lunges, biting my neck like a fucking vampire. “Ow! Get off me, you dick!”
The idiot chuckles as he licks the indents his teeth made. A shudder works down my spine. He hums, “Hmm, now that you’ve been bit… the diagnosis is terminal. Seems like you're stuck with me.”
My palms flatten on his toned abdomen, but rather than push him away, they fuse to his velvet skin.
“You can’t wear your clothes.”
His brows knit. “What’s wrong with my clothes?”
