“That first night I returned to you,” he says, “you cannot know what it felt like, lounging on your bed, knowing you slept in it. My mind was a mess.” His mind was a mess? It was my mind that was a mess. The wicked, untouchable Bargainer was back from realms unknown, come to collect his debts and break my heart all over again. I was the bumbling schoolgirl, and he was the aloof, mysterious one. “I’ve wanted to sleep with you here,” he continues, “your body tucked against mine… Gods, how badly I wanted to insert myself into this life of yours.”
