Taking a step back, I swallow a groan of frustration. A minute ago, this was charming, if a little annoying. Now it’s turning dangerous. He can’t say these things out loud and not mean them. It’s too cruel. And Caleb is never cruel to me. So, he can’t mean them. He’s drugged. He’s not himself. My protective instincts flare, a flame burning bright. In this moment, he’s mine to comfort, mine to keep safe.
omg they need to talk.
