His hold only tightens. “Who’s the stalker now?” “I didn’t tell him anything good,” I retort. “I didn’t tell him that you snuck into my room and fucked me against my will—” “You’re into that, remember?” He runs his nose up the side of my face, into my hair. The action is so sudden, so surprising, that I let it happen. “You have a safe word, little viper.” “Why do you call me that?”
