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“You broke into my house.”

“The door was unlocked.”

“That doesn't make it legal.”

“I didn't break anything.”

“That's not how breaking and entering works.”

“Technically, wouldn't it just be entering?”

His jaw tightens.

I smile.

“Don't.”

“Don't what?”

“Smile.”

“I can't help it.”

“You should.”

He reaches behind his back. Metal flashes.

My eyes widen. Handcuffs.

I look from them to Roman. “You know, I bought supplies to do this to you.”

Roman goes still. “What?”

“Yup. Rope. Zip ties. Duct tape.”

His expression goes completely blank.

“I considered chains, but the hardware store employees were incredibly unhelpful.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Callie.”

“I also have fuzzy handcuffs, but these are much nicer.”

His jaw clenches. “Turn around.”

My stomach flips. “Should I get naked first?”

Roman's eyes narrow. “Callie.”

“Sorry. I got distracted.”

“Turn around.”

I do.

“This feels familiar.”

“Don't.”