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And helaughed.

“Get the fuck outta my room,” I told him, halfheartedly shoving his chest.

Instead of doing that, he grabbed the hem of my oversized t-shirt, pulling it over my head.

I let him.

“What is this?” I asked. “Am I supposed to feel flattered? She got you all excited, but you brought your dick home to me? You could’ve just fucked her.”

“Man, if you don’t cutthatshit out,” he said, suddenly serious again as he looked me in the face. “If I wanted to fuck Margeaux, I would.”

“Thanks?”

He grabbed me by the front of my bra, hauling me against him. “What is wrong with you?” he demanded.

I shook my head as instant tears sprung to my eyes. “I… I don’t know,” I admitted. “I feel…crazy.”

“You’re not crazy.”

“Then what am I?” I asked and he grinned.

“Surprisingly jealous,” he said. “What do you think is going to happen? You think I’m going to run off with her or something?”

“Maybe,” I confessed. “It’s not farfetched. But at this point, I’d kill you—and her.”

“Good thing that’s not anywhere close to necessary,” he countered. “Come on. Come shower. And don’t youdareask if it’s ’cause I need to wash her off me.”

I rolled my eyes.

Because Iwasgoing to say that, actually.

But I didn’t.

Instead, I followed him to the shower like I’d been told, and submitted to being stripped down, and watched him strip too.

He was beautiful.

And bruised.

Still.

I blew out a sigh, mentally rehashing the ridiculousness of my concerns about Margeaux, about their relationship.

Of course I knew men did what they wanted, but… the fact that he showed up, over, and over, andover, with all this shit going on, forcing himself to keep going… it said a lot.

About what I did and didn’t need to be concerned about.

“Tati,” he said, as he sprayed a warm stream of water over me, rinsing me off.

“What?”

“You ready to talk about what’s really going on with you?”

Shit.

Instant tears again, but I shook my head.

He… wasn’t letting me off that easy though.

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