“No wearing other men’s shirts,” he growls. I stare at him for long moments, my mouth agape. What the fuck just happened? “I-I… what?” I stammer. Every interaction with Rayne is weirder than the last, and just when I think I’ve worked out what’s going on, he pulls something like this and confuses the shit out of me. Thunder crosses his face as he crowds into my space, bringing his face down until it lines up with my own. “No. Wearing. Other. Men’s. Shirts. If that’s what you like to sleep in, I will bring you some of mine, or better yet, wear nothing at all.”
