I snuggled into his imaginary heat and hit something very solid and very real.
I froze.
“You’re awake,” Mace said.
Oh my God. What was going on?
“Mace?” I asked just to make sure.
“We need to talk.”
Yep, he was there al right.
Effing hel .
I tried to move away. The tight arm got tighter.
“Let me go.”
“No.”
Erm, excuse me?
“Let me go,” I repeated.
“We’re gonna talk.”
“Fine, great, wonderful. We can talk not lying in bed.” Then it hit me. “What are you doing in my bed?”
“I told you I wasn’t leavin’ you.”
Erm, excuse me?
“Yeah, you said that right before you left me,” I reminded him.
“I didn’t leave you.”
“You walked out of the room!”
“I walked out of the room but I didn’t leave you.”
“You didn’t stay.”
“You were embarrassed, Luke was there. You needed the girls. You said it yourself.”
“You stil left.”
“Stel a, I didn’t leave.”
“You did.”
“For f**k’s sake,” he clipped. “End of topic. We’re talkin’
about something else now.”
Nunh-unh. No we bloody wel were not. We weren’t talking about anything.
I pushed against his arm again. He didn’t let go.