“As ridiculous as it sounds, I was.” My head falls back on my shoulders, and I try to calm my racing heart by focusing on breathing. I shouldn’t be this anxious about an honest misunderstanding. “I said your name to wake you up. You were touching me.”
That was the wrong thing to say. Her eyes practically glow with fury, and something else I can’t put my finger on. Embarrassment.
Nah. That can’t be it.
“It doesn’t matter. You promised not to touch me. You broke it.”
I nod, attempting to head this off in a way I typically wouldn’t—by listening.
“I did. And for that, I’m sorry,” I say without a hint of sarcasm or lying.
“Just stop talking,” Sasha says sharply.
“Sasha—”
“No.” She turns around and looks at the door. “Am I still a prisoner?”
My hand rakes back through my hair. “You were never a prisoner.”
I stand from the bed, allowing my hard-on to stand tall. Might as well. There’s no denying I was turned on.
Sasha’s eyes trail down my chest, finally landing on the proof of how turned on I am.
“Oh…oh my God,” she says, heading straight for the door, never looking back.
I can’t help but smirk at her reaction. Typically, I’d call her out. Make things awkward, but I won’t this time. Not while she’s angry, believing that I went back on my promise.
I walk up behind her, putting just enough space between us while placing my finger on the pad, unlocking it, and throwing the door open.
“Go. Like I said, you’re no prisoner.”
She turns around, and we’re practically chest to chest. Some of the fight has seemed to bleed from her. “What about when I’m ready for bed? Will I be forced to sleep here still?”
“Yes. You’ll sleep with me. But until then, I’ll leave you alone.”
She stares at me for a second before narrowing her eyes. “For how long will I have to sleep in your room?”
“Until I know I can trust you.” I shrug.
Until you choose to stay.
A look crosses her face, like she’s waiting for me to say more, but I don’t. With a long sigh, she turns away from me and walks back toward her old room.
It’s the middle of the night, and technically, I could stop her, but I don’t. I just told her she isn’t a prisoner, and I’m determined to prove that.
Instead, I follow her for a few steps, giving her space to make her moves. She halts her pace and turns to look at me over her shoulder. “Why are you following me?”
“I was just making sure you don’t get lost.”
Her lips thin, and she pops her hip out. “I know where I’m going.”
“Okay.” It’s all I say, playing at indifference.
“I want to take a shower. Is that all right with you?”
“Yep.”
Her lips pucker with disgust. “Do you seriously not have anything else to say or do? Must you drive me crazy?”