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Me and Love and Drake. It wasn’t the whole pack, like I might have dreamed of once upon a time, but it was something. And it was sweet and it was feeling safer by the day—by the hour, even.
“You put makeup on.” Love said. It was an observation rather than a question.
“I… did.”
“I like it.”
I fought a smile, snuggling closer, trying to get him to lift his arm up and put it around me. I wanted cuddles from him. I’d hadloadsof blackcurrant wine cuddles, and I wanted some vanilla winter ones. I ached for some chestnut and twilight grass too, if I was being honest, but I wasn’t ready to face that.
“You’re getting very… physical today,” Love noted.
I froze, eyes wide, unsure what to make of that. “I’m… sorry.”
“Don’t be,” he said. “I just want to be sure I’m reading it right,” he said. “Am I… reading it right?”
“I could… I could do cuddles?” I said, a little nervous.
He cocked his head. “If you’re comfortable enough for cuddles, then that changes things.”
“Does it?”
“Of course,” he said, getting to his feet.
“Uh.Whatare you doing?” I squeaked as he began tugging his shirt off. My cheeks burned far too hot at the sight of his pale skin and rippling muscle. He just ignored me, stepping to the foot of my bed and—
“Oh my god!”I grabbed the pillow beside me and jammed it over my face. “You can’t do that!” When I peered over it, he was still on his knees, palms in his lap, eyes down.
“No no no…” I flung the pillow at him, but he didn’t budge. He didn’t even look up. I scrambled over and dropped to his side. “Youliterallycan’t do that.”
“Why ever not?” he asked, eyes fixed downward.
I grabbed him by the arm, then let go because he was all… bare and… and sexy.“You have to get up!”
“If you give me a command that involves getting up.”
Shit. It was way too hot in here. “What am I supposed to ask for?”
“Anything you want.”
“What if Drake comes back?”
“What if he does?” Love asked evenly, eyes still fixed on his hands.
“Pleaseget up!”
“Oh, I don’t think so.” I couldswearthere was a smirk on his lips. “If memory serves, you didn’t give me a choice.”
“Why did you take your shirt off?” I stammered. “Are you… are you trying toseduceme?”
He didn’t need to answer, of course—seduction had been the entire goal for me, after all.
Oh fuck.
I grabbed his shirt, and—instead of huffing it, which is what my raging hormones were demanding right now—I shoved it into his lap. “I command you to put your top back on.”
“I…” He was unsure as he looked up at me, head cocked. “I don’t know if I’ll allow—if you can do that.”
