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I suddenly feel stupid.

He came back. That's what I wanted. But now part of me fears that if he gets into his truck, he'll disappear for another two weeks.

Roman seems to see it. His expression changes slightly. “I have things to do.”

I don’t say anything.

“I need clothes.”

My gaze drops to his soaked jeans. “Because I almost boiled your penis, then tossed water on it.”

“Callie.”

“Sorry.”

“And groceries.”

I blink.

“Groceries?”

“Yes.”

A smile slowly spreads across my face. “Are you telling me where you're going so I don't think you're disappearing?”

His jaw tightens before his face goes blank again.

Which means yes, that's exactly what he's doing.

My chest warms. “Roman?”

“Don't.”

“You are.”

“I need groceries.”

“You could've just left.”

“I still can.”

“But you told me.”

“Chaos.”

“That's sweet.”

“Nothing about me is sweet.”

“You're a little sweet.”

His cold stare could kill plants. I love it.

Then something occurs to me. “Wait.”

Roman's shoulders stiffen.

“Where are you taking the groceries?”