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“I wanted to come make sure you were feeling okay after tonight, and I brought you a snack.”
Looking at the plate in my hands, she curls her lip in a snarl, but the appreciation in her eyes is no match for her acting.
“After all that food you forced me to eat, I won’t be eating for the rest of my time here.”
What she says is meant to be a joke, but I find no humor in her not taking care of herself.
Taking a step closer, I turn my arm that’s carrying the plate away, so it doesn’t come between us. My stare narrows, and I watch as she wiggles with discomfort under my gaze.
“You might not give a damn about taking care of your body, but I do, and as long as you’re my girlfriend, you will eat. Understand?”
“Whatever,” she murmurs, slumber and emotion crackling through.
“Let me take care of you while you’re mine.”
Something shifts between us as we stand rooted in place in the middle of the hallway as we stare into each other’s eyes.
“I can take care of myself.”
“But I can do it better.”
Annoyed that I won’t back down, she shifts on her heels, rolling her neck in both directions to buy herself time before facing me.
“Why are you really here, Parker?” she asks with a grunt.
“I came to check on you.”
“Jett, you fed me and made me come. I’d say I’m doing just fine.”
Mischief and the memory of our night trickle down my spine, creating a stiffness underneath my shorts.
“That was a cute picture you posted.”
“Stalking my social media?” she volleys, eyebrow quirking.
“It’s an addiction.”
I admire how her big T-shirt hits just above her knees. Her soft, wavy hair, still a little damp, is just as beautiful as it is when she’s fully put together.
“You’re addicted to stalking people’s social media?”
“No, I’m addicted to you.”
Her features contort, and while she may want to come off as disgusted, the flicker of her pulse tells me she likes this just as much as I do.
Scoffing to herself, she turns her back to me, reaching to gently open the door, but I don’t allow her to just yet.
Setting down the plate of food, I pin myself to her back.
“You may tell yourself this is fake, but I won’t stop trying to prove just how real it is.”
I take my chances, feeding off of adrenaline and the gained confidence of the early morning.
“You can try all you want.”
Fia’s voice shakes, telling me I’ve got her exactly where I want her.
Leaning down to the shell of her ear, I whisper, “One thing you’ll learn about me, Sofia baby, is when I want something, I get it. I’ve spent the last two years thinking about you, missing your touch, craving your moans in my ear, so if you think I’m leaving this fake arrangement without a fight, you’re in for a very sweet treat.”
