Nero (Alliance, #1)

by S.J. Tilly

“I’m not staying,” he mutters it this time. He sounds so resigned, even as he does the opposite of what he just said, and I almost laugh. Nero drops onto his back, shifting the pillow, lifting his head and smacking it back down against the lumpy cotton, trying to get comfortable. With one final sigh, he stretches his arm out in my direction. “Come fucking cuddle with me.”

“That’s nice too, but I was talking about holding hands.” “I’m glad,” Nero says it so seriously that I snicker. He glances at me, as he leads us to another, more hidden stairway behind the kitchen. “What?” “It’s just funny, how you said it.” “How I said I’m glad?” He’s truly confused, and that only makes it funnier. “Yeah, because you sounded like the least glad person ever.”