“When was he there?”
“Around ten fifteen.”
“Doorman gets off at ten. Fuckin’ motherfucker, Nick,” he muttered. Then, “I’ll change the locks. He came when no doorman was on. They haven’t changed the door code since he left. I’ll tell Spin. He’ll deal with the code change. Nick won’t be able to get into my place starting tomorrow. He won’t be able to access the building in a few days. Yeah?”
“Yeah, honey.”
“Shits me he got to you at all much less when I wasn’t there.”
“He didn’t expect to see me.”
“I’ll bet he didn’t, f**kin’ motherfucker.” Knight was muttering again.
“I dream a lot, Knight. They’re not all good. I’m used to it. It’s okay. Nick’s not a fun guy to be around but, really, I’m okay.”
“Shits me he got to you at all much less when I wasn’t there, Anya, no matter if you’re okay or not. It’s f**kin’ five thirty in the morning. You had a crazy-ass dream. You’re freaked. He filled your head with garbage. And you’re not with me to have any of that shit happen to you.”
“You can’t cushion me from the entire world, Knight.”
“I can try.”
My stomach dropped.
“I’ll take measures,” he went on like he didn’t just rock my world. “You feel safer here, we do your bed for a while. Go back to mine this weekend when the code’s changed. Yeah?”
“Okay, honey,” I agreed quietly.
“Now you got an hour to sleep. You gonna be able to do that?”
“Yeah.”
“Then do it.”
I smiled against his shoulder.
Then I whispered, “Okay.”
Knight’s arm gave me a squeeze.
I felt my belly warm, that tingle gliding up and down my spine, over my scalp, all along my skin until it felt like it was going to consume me.
And I didn’t mind.
Not even a little bit.
It felt great.
Chapter Eleven
The Real You
“Tight, Anya.”
After his soft words sounded against the skin of my neck, my limbs around Knight squeezed and I stared at the ceiling of his bedroom, nose stinging, heart beating hard.
It was Sunday morning and Knight just made love to me.
Made.