"I'm hard!" He said shamelessly, as if this was the most natural thing a person could say to another.
"If you're going to act crazy again, leave me out of it and do it somewhere else." I replied, unwilling to deal with him.
He pulled me into his arms and asked, "Where else can I go? The night is long, don't you think it's a little cruel how you're treating me?"
I...
I held my breath and forced a fake smile. "Mr. Roberts, thank you for your praise."
He smiled and said, "No thank you needed."
I laughed internally.
He really nothing but a shameless, thick-skinned person.
"Hendrix, if this gets you so restless, we'll sleep in separate rooms in the future. I can't sleep with you by my side anyway." I was serious about my suggestion as I couldn't take being forced into situations like this anymore.
He paused for a second and said, "Just twice a week and I won't touch you any other time,
hmm?"
He must be kidding!
This was two godd*mn nights, not just twice!
I rolled my eyes at him and said, "Sleep."
When I was in a daze, he hugged me tightly. I could feel his heavy, labored breaths against me. "Hendrix, go sleep in the guest room!"
He asked in a hoarse voice, "Just once then?"
I pursed my lips, feeling extremely sleepy. "Hendrix, I'm very sleepy."
That was true - I was so sleepy that I didn't even know when or how I fell asleep after our conversation.
I woke up to a new day.
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