His words ooze sarcasm, but I burn up with them anyway. My body is on fire from the inside out, and I’m sure he can see it written in the blush coloring every inch of my skin.
“You and I have very different priorities.”
He nods in agreement. “My priority is to keep you alive; yours is to make your own life as difficult as possible.”
He isn’t wrong. I could have stayed home the night of the party.
I could have left after Ivan offered me his jacket.
I could have told him who I really was and not begged him to f**k me until I scream.
Again and again, my choices make my life more complicated.
But Ivan isn’t helping, either.
“You can’t just walk into my room. We may be pretending to be a couple, but we aren’t. I’m a guest in your house, according to you.”
He strolls closer and leans ag
