“No,” I agree. “It didn’t.”
He holds my gaze. He’d never show it on his face, but I can feel in his aura that he’s braced for my venom. He’d take it without shying away if that’s what I wanted. But…
“I didn’t hate you,” I tell him. “Even when I wanted to. You shoved me on my knees and… well, we both know what happened.” I trace the line of his jaw with my fingertip. “I was humiliated. But I never hated you.”
“Maybe.” I shrug one shoulder. “But I’m not very good at doing what I should.”
His mouth quirks. Not quite a smile, but close. The ghost of one, maybe. The promise of future smiles to come.
“That makes two of us,” he says.
He rolls onto his back and pulls me with him so I’m sprawled across his chest like a human blanket. His hand finds its familiar place in my hair.
“I’ll spend
