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“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Nico hedges, but he clearly does.
“Are you going to go back to having three skanks in your bed a week once we’re back at home?” I blurt out, anger rising in me, and Nico blinks at me.
“You’re the one being ridiculous,” Nico says.
I shake my head. “I don’t think so. You’re jealous over Alberto, who was only here to protect me so that you could go out with Dante and do god knows what, and you can't even tell me that we’re going to be exclusive when we get out of this.”
“I never made you any promises,” he accuses, and I stare at him, blinking.
“So you’renotgoing to be seeing me exclusively when we get home? This is what? Just all temporary?”
“Don’t say it like that, Aurora,” Nico says, looking away and rubbing a hand across the back of his neck. “I told you that I’d protect you and the baby.”
“Protecting isn’t the same as being together, Nico.”
“I never said that we’d be together,” he says, looking right at me, and tears start to burn at the backs of my eyes.
“Wow,” I say, shell-shocked. I didn’t know exactly what feelings Nico had for me, but I assumed that he actually hadsomefeelings for me. I guess I was wrong. “I guess that makes sense.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Nico asks, taking a step closer to me.
“Nothing,” I mumble, backing up toward the bedroom. “You know what? It doesn’t matter because this is all temporary, right?”
“Aurora—”
“So, if Ididwant to talk to Alberto, flirt with him, that’d be okay?”
Nico sets his jaw, glaring at me. He doesn’t answer.
“That’s what I thought,” I say, heading into the bedroom and slamming the door. It’s only lunch time, but I plan on going to sleep. I crawl under the covers and I hear Nico curse and stalk around the house.
I lie down for a few minutes but it turns out that I’m too angry to sleep, so I stand up and yank the door open. Nico, predictably, is pouring himself a big glass of whiskey.
I lean against the doorjamb, watching him. “So, do you think you could get me Alberto’s number? We could text,” I say dryly, and Nico’s shoulders stiffen.
“You can get it from Francesca,” he barks, and I chuckle but there’s no mirth in it.
“All right. Guess I’ll call her tomorrow.”
Nico turns to look at me, his sea-green eyes intense. “You’re not really going to get his number,” he says, like it isn’t a question.
I shrug. “I think I’m finally realizing what I’ve been missing out on. You never know what I might do. I’m thinking I should strive to be more like my best friend – more...impulsive.”
“You’re just trying to piss me off,” he growls, stalking toward me, and I don’t back away, looking up at him defiantly.
“You want me to be yours, Nico?”
He looks away briefly and then back at me. “I didn’t say that.”
“But you don’t want me to be his? Make up your mind, would you?”
Nico’s hand goes around my throat, not gentle but not so hard that I’m afraid. My breath hitches in arousal, in fact.
“You’re already mine,” he growls, and leans down, sucking a mark onto the base of my throat. I gasp, arching my back, and he picks me up, ramming his hips against mine.
He’s already hard and I can’t help rolling my hips against his. “Tell me you’re mine,” he orders.
“Can’t do that,” I gasp. “You haven’t made me yours.”
