got out of my chair and stalked toward Lucian, interrupting his pacing. “And I told you, you don’t just get to order me into a relationship. A couple of drawers are not going to make me feel secure enough to even entertain the idea of dating you.” “We’re not dating,” Lucian said. “We’re living together. We’re having sex. We’re getting married.” “If that’s your proposal, it needs work,” I shot back.
