Page 95 of Splitting Secrets
If they had any idea what he just did with that cucumber, they’d be disgusted. Or maybe that would turn them on even more.
I hate what it’s doing to me.
“What are you watching?” he asks, shocking them even more with such a casual,normalquestion. In all the time he’s been here, he hasn’t bothered to hang out with any of us.
Ava’s response from my left is muffled by the whooshing of blood against my ears as my embarrassment builds.
This is a gross display of what happens when you allow your ego to grow bigger than your head. I can’t stand how deeply my body is responding to it. Why does the vision of his lips wrapping around the green skin of the vegetable send chills skittering down my back? How do his teeth biting into the flesh of it somehow send a rhythmic pulse directly to my groin? I’m worried I’ll start panting soon.
I should have my head examined. Surely, there’s something wrong with me for getting this worked up right in front of my friends. I mean, there was already evidence of that when I allowed him to put the damn thing inside of me with Jonah mere inches away.
Springing up from the couch, I send Lola leaping across the floor as I run for the stairs to put some distance between myself and the man who seems hellbent on making a slip and slide out of my panties.
“What’s her deal?” Beatrix’s question follows me up the stairs mockingly, sending my feet into overdrive.
When I get to my room, I slam the door and fall onto my bed in a huff.
There is absolutely no way I’m going to survive living with him if he’s like this.
48
Sonny
Raze appears in my doorway that night, a dark and looming figure wrapped in shadows.
“You’re sleeping with me,” he informs as he lets himself in and walks to the bed to grab up my pillow.
My feet feel glued to the floor, my fingers frozen around the comforter I was about to climb under as an incredulous laugh bubbles out of me. I watch him snatch up items from my nightstand—a water bottle, book, and ChapStick. He moves so swiftly and confidently, I can hardly pick my chin up off the floor before he’s got all my belongings loaded in his arms.
He wants me to sleep in his room...under my parent’s roof?
Why does that make me so nervous as a full-grown adult?
“That is ridiculous,” I finally manage to say, gawking at him as if he’s got five heads. “I’m absolutelynotsleeping with you tonight. Or any night, for that matter.”
“It’s not up for debate.”
My heart kicks up in irritation. “You’re right, it’s not. Because I’m not going.”
“Yes, you are,” he slowly states in a mocking tone, leaning forward until his face is directly in mine. I hate when he gets like this—all smug and controlling.
Okay, I hate the way my body reacts to him when he’s like this.
Unfortunately, it seems to be his default state these days. That, and randomly impaling me with a vegetable for sport.
Kicking my hip out, I cross my arms in protest, acting every bit as petulant as he made me sound. “I’m pretty sure I get a say in where I sleep. I’d also think that, as the person whose success all of this hinges on, I’ve earned my own personal space.”
“Is this about earlier?”
My mouth pops open. “No, it’s not about what happened earlier, and I’d appreciate it if you never mentioned that lapse in judgment ever again.”
“Lapse in judgment?” His left brow kicks up.
I scowl, swatting my hand in the air like I’m cutting the thought off. “I’m not talking about this and I’m also not sleeping in your room.”
“No one is taking your personal space away from you, Little Nightmare. But we can either have someone sitting outside your room at all times to ensure no one tries to come and snatch you up in the middle of the night.” He lifts the arm holding my pillow and points it in the direction of the hallway.
My eyes widen in horror. “Has someone been sleeping outside my door?” I practically gasp.
