Blame The Damn Hormones

I saw his lips thin out before being replaced by what seemed like a frown. “So this is about your ego.” He said.

“Fucking put me down, and leave me the hell alone.” I voiced out.

He stopped moving and looked down at my face. “No.” He repeated. “I don’t give a fuck if your ego is bruised, but you will sleep in my bed. If we have an issue, we sort it out like adults and if I wronged you, I’ll apologize. Sleeping in my bed is non-negotiable.” He finalized, offering me not even a single room to debate his decision.

“My ego is fine,” I grumbled, leaning as far away from his chest as I could get with how hard he was holding onto me, even though all of me wanted to lean in and take deep breaths of his cologne that had clung to his skin.

“Then you’re not in a great mood. If I remember correctly, your mood was great when Maxine and Castello joined us for dinner, but it's not anymore because it’s just you and I?”

“No,” I replied, again.

“Okay, that’s not it. So I’m gue