TESSA.
I splashed cold water on my face, fixed my hair the best I could, then pulled on my clothes. My body was sore, but my pride was louder. I just needed to get out of here.
I opened the door, already planning to storm down the hall, but he was leaning against the wall like he’d been waiting. Bare chest, sweat still clinging to him, and that damn cocky smirk that made my stomach twist.
“Are you walking already?” His eyes dropped to my legs, lazy and sharp. “Careful, baby. They’re still shaking. Don’t want you collapsing on the stairs. Might have to carry you again.”
Heat crawled up my cheeks, and I pushed past him, refusing to bite at the bait. “Don’t flatter yourself. Just because we had s*x twice doesn’t mean you get to act like we’re married.”
His arm shot out, palm flat on the
