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I shrug, my eyes subtly flicking over his form. Wearing only his tanks, he man-spreads on the couch, making the bulge below his V-line, the one I’d licked and cooed over, extremely noticeable even in the TV’s dim light. He sips a glass of orange juice asSupernaturalplays on the TV screen.
The scene is unnatural– out of the realm of time and space. Too unreal.
Why is he still here?
“I thought you left,” I say, knowing full well I shouldn’t talk, but hey, I have to know.
He sets his glass down and holds his hand out to me. When I place mine in his, he pulls me next to him and loops an arm around my shoulders, slotting me flush against his side.
The fact he stayed, and that I’m now so close we could pass for conjoined twins, is surprising. Shocking, in fact. He was pretty clear that I shouldn’t expect these intimate gestures.
But I won’t ask him about it.
I like that he stayed. I like him holding me. His arm feels comforting. Right, in a way. Why would I ruin a good thing by bringing attention to it?
I place my hand on his chest, noticing his elevated heart rate. He nuzzles my hair, breathing in deep. “I love your shampoo. What kind is it?”
I open my mouth to tell him, but he puts two fingers on my lips. I can’t help noticing how the light from the TV illuminates every defined muscle on his arm.
“I forgot you shouldn’t talk,” he hums as the pads of his fingers caress me in a touch so light, I wonder if I’d imagined it for a second.
His half-grin tells me I didn’t.
It grows wider when he takes his phone from the table and scans his fingerprint. The main screen opens (he has remarkably few apps), and he taps on his Notes. “Here, use this,” he says, handing me the phone.
I open a new note, trying not to scan the list of previous ones. Unfortunately, one jumps out at me. It says:Send flowers to Teresa.
A pang of jealousy runs through me, stabbing at my heart. My lips seal themselves together as I type out my response.
Me: I buy my shampoo from the dollar store. Way too low-budget for you.
Royce reads the message over my shoulder and laughs. The sound sends tingles up my spine and I almost smile despite myself.
Almost.
I type out a question instead. I’m allowed to ask him some things, I guess. He didn’t say I couldn’t.
Me: Why are you still here?
“Because I want to be with you, Sin.” His eyes grow hooded. Lazy. And so freaking hot with how he takes me in. How heseesme. It’s all there, reflected in his eyes.
Don’t let him pull you in, my mind screams. He’s not supposed to stay. He’s not supposed to look at you like that.”
Royce’s appraisal confuses me and when I can’t use deduction to figure something out, I get angry.
This time is no exception.
Me: Stop with your eyes and stop calling me Sin. I’ve told you that before, SAM!
He laughs. I scowl, not finding any part of our exchange even remotely funny.
As a result, I flip the phone into his lap, barely missing his junk. I shake off his arm and cross my own. Squaring my shoulders into the couch, I pretend to watch TV.
Demon chasers are more interesting, anyway.
Royce tugs my arms loose and places the phone in my hand.
“What I do with my eyes is my business.”
