“I’m not sleeping with you,” I bite out, shoving my finger in Jaxon’s chest. “Please.” He pushes my hand away. “As if I wanna subject myself to your loud mouth all night long. I’ve just had the week from hell—” “You’ve been here three days.” “—and the last thing I’m doing is getting into bed with another stage-five clinger.” I gasp. “How dare you. I’m not a stage-five clinger. I’m not even a stage-one clinger! I don’t cling, period. And if I did cling, you’d be the last person I’d cling to.”
