“Right,” he murmurs. “And yesterday, you left my bed when I told you I’d be back. That meant stay put. You didn’t.” I curl my toes to keep myself from fidgeting. “Maybe next time say what you mean instead?” “I’m guessing it would have made no difference.” His hand comes up and my eyes follow as he grips my hair, pulling it behind me. “Tell me I’m wrong.” “You’re right.” I clear my throat
