Page 77 of Corrupt

His touch still lit me up. Sharp and sudden. As if he’d wired me straight into something live.

That part… that part unsettled me.

“Like to see you try.” I dropped my weight fully onto him, boxing him in and burying my face into his neck, breathing him in.

“Are you restraining me?”

“If I have to.”

“Then you’re underestimating me.”

“Am I?” I lifted to catch his lips with mine, already planning to lose myself in his mouth again.

“Mmm,” he hummed against my invasion.

“Tough guy, huh?” I shifted my weight, pressing him down until his breath hitched. Not hurting him. Never that. Just reminding him where he was.

I would’ve let him up.

Eventually.

But then he tickled me.

Right along my ribs, under my arms, and laughed, bright and unguarded. I reacted the only way I knew how, by grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head.

“You don’t play fair.”

He smiled up at me. “Fairness is a myth.”

“Says the law expert.”

“Exactly. If anyone knows how unbalanced justice is, it’s me.”

“Hm.” I let him go. Rolled onto my side. Kissed the corner of his mouth as if that was enough. As if I hadn’t already crossed something I didn’t know how to step back from. “Fine, if you wanna go, go.” I kissed his neck. Didn’t linger. Pretended I could, though. Pretended I was allowed to.

“I didn’t say I wanted to.”

I met his gaze. And for a second, I smiled.

But it was too much. So I turned away, checked the clock, needing the distance. “Still early, though.” I rolled back to face him. “You want breakfast before you go?”

“What do you have?”

“I can order whatever.” I reached for my phone, opened Deliveroo. Bought myself something normal to do. “What do you usually eat?”

“Fruit. Yoghurt. Smoothie.” He propped himself on an elbow.

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Nothing normal, no?”

“What, like Frosties?”

I huffed a laugh. I’d fed him fistfuls of those straight from the packet most of yesterday, along with cold Greek shit from the fridge because neither of us could be fucked to cook. And nor did I have a lot in. I wasn’t some domestic god and nor did I spend this much time here.

I pressed a kiss to his shoulder, softer than I had intended. “Go take a shower. I’ll order whatever fruit-abuse you people call breakfast.”

“Careful, or I’ll think you want to impress me.”

I kicked him off the bed before that thought could take root. “Towels are in there.”