“Need I remind you, we only agreed to sex stuff one hour a week.”
He rolls his eyes and pats the bed. “Rules were meant to be broken.”
“You have your own room and I’m not comfortable with you being here. You can’t sleep in here.”
“I can sleep wherever I want, and just so you know, it’s better if you don’t let your enemy know the things that make you uncomfortable. They’ll use it against you, every time.”
“It’s almost like you have experience in being someone’s worst nightmare.” I’m dragging my feet about crawling into bed with him. Quinton can’t be trusted. He’s a risk to my mind and body in more ways than one. I look around the room, trying to find a spot to sleep.
“Get in the bed and go to sleep, Aspen.” Impatience drips off his lips.
“Thanks for giving me a choice.”
“We’re sleeping, nothing more. Now get in the bed, or I’ll break the rules and fuck you right now.”
“You know that doesn’t make me feel any better.”
“Aspen!” he growls, and against my better judgment, I walk across the room and climb onto the bed. Quinton moves over a bit, giving me enough room to lie down, but there is not enough room in a twin-sized bed to leave space between us. I grab the blanket from the end of the bed and pull it up over us.
“I just want you to know…”
Quinton interrupts me before I can finish my sentence. “Shut up, or I’ll gag you.”
I don’t dare test that he’ll do it. Instead, I press my head into my pillow a little harder and swallow my words. Silence settles around us. Even as anxious as I’m feeling right now, exhaustion wins out, and it doesn’t take long for Quinton’s body heat to envelop me, lulling me into darkness.