Page 59 of Covenant

“Stop calling me that,” I grumble, striding over to the drawers. I open the top one to find my underwear all arranged on one side, neatly folded in small little squares.

On the other, is Matthias’s.

I flush, ducking my head so Matthias can’t see. Why the fuck am I finding it so weird? I’m sharing a bed with the man for god’s sake. Sharing drawer space is nothing.

But it is. Somehow, it’s more intimate. I don’t know why, but it is.

I debate grabbing pajama pants or shorts instead, but dismiss it. I may not want to play any more games with him, but I’m not backing down entirely. At least I’m not naked.

This time.

With a flick of my wrist, I mess up his side of the drawer, feeling bad the minute I do it. But the damage is done. He’s messed up my life, I can mess up his neatly folded clothes.

I drop my towel, refusing to let myself look back to see if Matthias is watching. Pulling the briefs on with jerky movements, I throw my towel in the hamper and grab a bottle of water from the mini-fridge Matthias keeps under the desk.

Well, isn’t this domestic?

I’m too drained to let that spiral take hold. Tonight was…a lot. All I want to do is get into bed and go to sleep.

“I cleared half my closet for you too in case yours wasn’t big enough,” Matthias says as I slide under the sheet beside him. “But your stuff barely takes up half a rack.”

I wait for the flare of anger, but it’s barely more than a spark. I’m too exhausted for anything more. “Not like I need a load of suits these days.”

“You will when you return to the office.”

I punch the pillow, trying to get it into a more comfy position. Oh, he wants me to return now, hm? After he stole my job away from me? “I told you already, that’s not happening. Everyone knows I was fired, Matthias. Walking back in as your husband? Think about what they’ll say. Whose cock I sucked to get the position.”

“I’m pretty sure I’d remember you sucking my cock.”

I groan, slapping a hand against my forehead, something not unlike lust pulsing through me. “I didn’t mean literally.”

He smirks, the book going on the bedside table. “I’m not going to stop you if that’s what you wanna do.”

“That’ll be the day hell freezes over.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure.” Matthias clicks off the lamp and shuffles down under the sheet. Rolling onto his side, I know his eyes have found me in the darkness. “You seemed to enjoy yourself earlier.”

“I was just relieving some tension. You’re the one who couldn’t look away.”

His chuckle rumbles over my skin, goosebumps rising in its wake. “That’s not what I was talking about, but I’ll admit I enjoyed the show.”

My head twists on the pillow to find him watching me with a satisfied smirk. “What are you talking about then?”

His hand lifts, hovering over my forehead like he’s about to push a lock of hair out of my eyes. Time seems to pause as I wait for his touch. But it falls away.

A strange feeling runs through me. It’s one I’m familiar with. The feeling itself isn’t what’s turning my mind upside down, but the context.

I’m disappointed.

What the fuck?

Before I can process that, Matthias speaks. “I’m talking about the way you kissed me. Your hands in my hair. Your leg between my thighs.”

I grit my teeth, turning to stare at the ceiling instead of him. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Oh, believe me, it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.” My brow furrows, what does he mean by that? “But I wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.”

Neither was I.Like hell am I admitting that to him though. “It was an act. Just like you asked.”

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