“Let it go,” I begged, and a decision darkened his eyes before he picked me up and shot into the bed, spooning the hell out of me as he clutched me against him, my face firmly aiming to the opposite side of the room from Seth as he yanked the covers over us. I shifted the tiniest amount and he growled, his arms tightening around me and drawing me flush back against his body. “Hey, Mr Psycho, I can’t breathe.” I prodded his arm, and he slackened his grip a little.
