“Thank you for Stockholming me.” I don’t see the eyeroll, but I definitely feel it. The way he hangs his head, the pinch of his fingers on my ass. I bite back my laughter as our friends snort theirs out. “You did such a good job, baby.” “For the last time, I didn’t Stockholm you!” “Call it what you will, Emmett, but most people call handcuffing a woman to you and demanding she date you, and then that woman proceeding to actually fall in love with you, Stockholm Syndrome.” “You handcuffed me!” “Well, I had to assert my dominance.”
