I’d been trapped far too long. “You do realize the fact that I have to act like sweet Keelani all the time in front of people makes me less sweet behind closed doors.” He hummed. “I think I might enjoy the sour version of you after all this time.” “Is that so?” “Sure. But even if I do enjoy you, I’m still going to fuck you like I hate you when we get back to the room.” My stupid, traitorous core clenched in response to his comment. This was going to be the longest six months of my life. I already knew it. I ordered two shots and downed them both.
