And why was I feeling all squishy inside not only in the face of seeing Tanyn had a friend it was clear he liked a lot and was close to, but also that I’d get to meet him?
Damn.
I was fading fast.
“And we should go. They’ve probably already started gathering for drinks,” Tanyn said.
When he made a move to get up, I caught his hand.
He stopped moving and regarded me.
“Okay, so it seems clear I have to stay here,” I began.
“Yes, that is clear,” he stated inflexibly.
Let it go, Catla.
I let it go and remarked, “But there are a whole lot of bedrooms in this place.”
“Your point?” he asked.
I looked over the back of the couch to the bed, then to him.
I verbalized this look. “I’m in yours.”
“No. You’re in ours.”
I pulled my hand from his. “Tanyn—”
“Someone text commed you to tell you that you were next up for murder.”
“Yes, I know. But—”
“No fucking buts, Catla. Are you fucking joking with this shit?”
At his words and tone, his obvious sudden anger that was so totally not him, I slammed my lips together and stared at him, watching his eyes seeping straight to pissed-right-off demon red.
“You will be at my side,” he growled.
“I wasn’t at your side all day today,” I pointed out.
“I was not vulnerable, as in, asleep, in that time. Neither were you.”
Ah.
The light was dawning.
“If you did not sleep at my side, I wouldn’t sleep,” he kept at me. “As I’ve already mentioned, I understand this is going fast for you. I wanted to mitigate that. But that option was wrested from me when someone shared you’re next up to die. I know this is asking a lot. However, I have no choice but not to ask it, instead, simply make it so.”
Good gods, he acted like I was his fated mate.
“And we’ve slept together before,” he kept going. “I didn’t think it’d be a big fucking deal.”
Now he sounded like he was just grumping.
“I didn’t say it was a big fucking deal,” I noted. “I just mentioned it. We have, in effect, known each other for only three full days. And now I’m all but moved in with you.”
“You’re hardly moved in with me.”