“You don’t have to worry,” I said loud enough that he could hear me in the other room.
“Then why’re you yelling at me?”
I jolted and spun to face him, nearly losing my towel in the process. “Because you’re supposed to be out there.”
“Why?”
“So I can get dressed.”
He didn’t leave. Nope, he crossed his arms and his ankles, settling back against the wall like he was getting comfy for a long stay.
I scowled at him.
He gave a lazy finger roll to prompt me on. “Why don’t I have to worry?”
“Because unlike you, I’m not going to make this weird.”
“How am I making it weird?”
I threw the hand not clutching the towel out and gestured up and down. “Whateverthisis.”
“It’s a conversation.”
“That we don’t need to have.”
“’Cause you’re not going to make it weird.”
“Exactly,” I said with a sigh, relieved he got it. Or so I thought.
“Still lost on what you’d be making weird, Luna.”
The use of my real name. His arrogant stance. The lazy way he gestured—reminding me of the time in his office, a king and his kingdom. The evenness in his tone. The way control and power were such an intrinsic part of who he was, he didn’t need to brag or even say anything. No one needed convincing of what was a plain, simple fact.
It sent unease through me as my instincts tried to warn me to tread carefully.
I really should’ve listened.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
THE CAPED CRUSADER IS A CERTIFIED EATER
LUNA
With a lot of effortto make sure my disappointment didn’t bleed into my voice, I tried to make it quick. “Last night was fun, but a one-time thing. I know that. I’m not going to make things weird between us now just because we hooked up.”
“We didn’t hook up,” Rhys said.
I knew I’d been delirious with lust the night before, but I distinctly remembered hooking up. More than that, my body remembered. Even after the hot shower, my inner muscles ached from stretching around him.
If he wants to pretend it never happened, whatever. I mean, it’s also insulting when it was the absolute best sex of my life and would be the standard I measured every orgasm against, but sure. More power to him. As long as things go back to the way they were before without it being strained, I’m happy.
He kicked off the wall and made his way over to me with that leisurely swagger that made sense. He walked like it was heavy because itreallywas. It was distracting, but I was smart enough to brace. Gripping my chin, he tilted it up before rubbing histhumb against my lips. And like the night before, I suddenly wished I was wearing the brightest red lipstick I could find so it was smeared across my face. His thumb pushed in to roughly open my mouth, and I had to lock my legs to keep from dropping to my knees. Heat filled his hooded gaze before he stepped closer, pressing his hardness against my stomach.
“We didn’t hook up,” he repeated quietly. “Hook upis casual. Meaningless. Not a damn thing about this is either one.”
It’s not?
I would’ve asked that question out loud, but his thumb was still in my mouth, holding it open.
