“Please drop it,” I beg when it's obvious he wants to say more. After a long, pregnant pause, Bash finally offers one stiff nod of agreement, and I know that's all he'll give. He blows out a breath and pushes the covers back over me, then climbs into the bed on top of them. “What are you doing?” I stupidly ask, because this seems like a new step in our odd little relationship he's taking without my knowledge or consent. “I'm laying down,” he states simply, like it's not the weirdest fucking thing that this stranger has once again walked right into my house while I was sleeping and shown
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