“Well, I tried to stay away,” he admits, with amusement on his face as he looks me over before stepping into the small apartment. “Promise, I did. But…” “But?” I ask, heart pounding in my throat. “But what?” “But then I thought… ‘what does my little bunny need today?’” “Waffles?” I assume, using context clues. “Me in her apartment, telling her I’ve decided to never let her out of my snare.”
