“What the fuck?” I said, scrambling to the other side of the bed. “You said you wouldn’t try anything. You promised!” He sat up, flinging his legs over the bed. “The agreement was that I wouldn’t try anything—and I didn’t—but we didn’t say anything about me stopping you from trying something.” I tore at the sheets, looking for a shirt. “What? You’re saying I tried something?” “You stripped that off at some point.” He tossed my shirt to me with a mischievous grin. “I’m guessing you sleep hot?” “When I’m healing, I do,”
