Yeah, I’d had enough of this. “Fuck it, I guess you don’t need pants,” I murmured. Before she registered what I’d meant, her shit was on the bed, and I was coming for her. She held her hands up in protest, backing into her nightstand. “I am not going—oof!” She was on my shoulder again, her weight calming me. She was in my arms, which meant she was the safest she could be. “You’ve got to start listening to me,” I grumbled, banding my arm around her and grabbing her bag and boots in the other hand. “Put me down!” she screeched, hitting my back with her fists.
