“I told you I had it under control.” At this, I shrugged, sending the V of my shirt a little deeper. His eyes snapped shut and he said with a huge exhale, “Either you trust me to do this or you don’t.” “Okay, okay, calm down.” I snuggled deep into the blankets, grinning like crazy. There were times when I wondered if I was something of an unhinged bitch or just a lovable brat who liked to pester her deeply pester-able friend. It was probably a mashup of both. “You know I trust you.” “Yeah.” He ran a wet hand down his face. “It’s a good thing I trust you too, Muggs.”
