38 - You'd Tell Me, Right?

“Rae … Rae …” I heard a man whisper.

I shot up, ready to defend myself against whoever was there. My hand flew on it’s own at the figure beside me and a firm hand stopped it before making contact.

“Well, it’s good you can at least somewhat try to defend yourself,” Javi said.

I wasn’t wearing a bra so I snatched the covers up over myself.

“Knocking is this crazy new thing people do, have you heard of it,” I fussed.

“I don’t have to knock in my own house,” he said as a matter of fact.

Huh? His house??

Shit, was this his bedroom?!

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