“Why?”
“Why?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Well, because.”
“Because why?”
Was he crazy?
I didn’t get it. Why did he want me to stay? Two days ago he didn’t want me to stay. Why were we even having this conversation?
“You’re home,” I reminded him.
“Yeah?”
“And, well, we can’t share the house.”
“Why not?”
I didn’t have an answer for that because it was such a bizarre question, I figured there was no answer.
Then I did, so I said, “I don’t know you.”
To that, he grinned and it was a grin that made me highly uncomfortable but in a weirdly good way.
“Duchess, I’ve seen you mostly naked.”
At his words I still felt uncomfortable though no longer in a good way, weird or not. I also felt my eyes get big, I felt my cheeks get hot and I felt my heart start pounding.
Then I felt my blood pressure rise.
“Yes, this is true. You’ve seen that against my will,” I reminded him.
“It wasn’t against your will.”
I leaned forward and snapped, “I was unconscious!”
“There she is,” he muttered but he looked bizarrely pleased.
“Who?” I snapped again.
He ignored my question and informed me humiliatingly, “Last time I saw that body of yours, baby, you lifted your arms for me yourself.”
I did do that, I remembered.
“I did not,” I lied.
“You did.”
“I was in the throes of a fever!” I said, my voice getting loud.
“You still did it.”
I threw a hand out. “Okay, fine, you’ve seen me naked. That doesn’t mean we know each other.”
“Slept with you too.” My mouth dropped open and he asked, “Do you remember that?”