Then I’d get out of his hair and we could go back to growling at one another. And maybe I’d have some fantasy fodder. His chest really was a masterpiece.
 
 Me: Hey, you’re the one who made us have to work together being the MOH and BM.
 
 Rach: That’s true. Hint?
 
 Me: Nope. I’ll be home soon though.
 
 Rach: Can I look in the box?
 
 Me: What did I say?
 
 Rach: Lame.
 
 Me: Your shower is coming up. Tons of things to open.
 
 Rach: That’s true. Okay. See you in a bit.
 
 Me: K.
 
 That wasn’t so bad. Distracting her with presents was definitely going to be my go-to.
 
 “Okay, let me just get some details.”
 
 I turned at his voice, and thankfully, he had on a shirt this time. I ignored the disappointment at the hoodie. The little vee things at the top of his low slung sweatpants would be missed most of all.
 
 He held a slim laptop, nodding at the living room with the fireplace.
 
 I followed him in and sat next to him on the couch.
 
 “All your log-ins.”
 
 “All?” My…well,everythinglurched.
 
 “All.”
 
 I pulled out my phone. “It’s a lot.”
 
 “Aidan will need them all. Even personal ones.”
 
 I tapped the side of my phone. Everything seemed very invasive. I wasn’t the one who had done anything wrong.
 
 “I can’t help you if you hold out on me.”
 
 “Are you a mind reader or something?”
 
 “Your tells are like neon arrows, Chaos.”
 
 I blew out a breath. I did have a separate account that I used to follow other influencers that I didn’t want to show up on my list of people I followed. It wasn’t sneaky exactly.
 
 Okay, maybe a little bit.
 
 I pulled his laptop over to me and started typing away.
 
 He watched me silently. Probably judging the fact that I had so many damn social media accounts. I did exceptionally well on two of them, but I never knew when things would change.
 
 Apps went in and out of vogue in the space of a heartbeat.
 
 I skimmed through my passwords app to make sure I had them all.