“Okay, I can see this is not going to work. It’s the whole Viking thing. It’s in your DNA to conquer and shit.”
“Hmm…true, so, therefore, it’s technically not my fault, and you don’t seem like the kind of person who would hold someone’s heritage against them.”
I glare at the stupidly handsome man.
“Well played, Graves. Well played.”
He smiles. “In all honesty, you are safe here. I’m not a psycho, and although clothing is optional, I won’t make you feel bad for wearing some.”
“Can I ask you a serious question?”
He sobers immediately, his face taking on a suspicious look.
“Sure.”
“Why do you want a housemate?”
His hands slide into his pockets as he looks down at his feet. “Truthfully? I get lonely. I’m not saying I need us to hang out and braid each other’s hair, but if something happened to me, I want someone to know I’m missing.”
Damn this stupid bleeding heart of mine. And just like that, I have a housemate.