Page 303 of Trick or Stalk

“I won't.”

“You don't touch me while I'm sleeping unless you've been invited into my bed.”

Something hot flashes through his eyes.

Jesus.

“Do not make that face.”

“What face?”

“That one.”

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Liar.”

His expression changes instantly. The word lands between us.

Hades looks away.

Fuck.

“I didn't mean⁠—”

“Yes, you did.” His voice is quiet.

I stare at him. Then nod. “Yes, you’re right.”

Because that's what tonight is. Pure honesty.

“I don't know how long it's going to take me to get past everything.”

“I understand.”

“I may bring it up again.”

“You can.”

“I may get pissed all over again tomorrow.”

“I'd expect it.”

“I might tell you to go fuck yourself.”

He smirks. “That wouldn't be new.”

My eyes narrow.

There's that almost-smile again. I hate that I love it.

I hate that I love anything about him right now.

Except I don't.

That's the fucking problem.

I love too much about him.