There Are Rules.I feel him before I open my eyes, heat and pulse and the scent of male. Why is he still here ? Didn't he say he had to work ?
The smells are intoxicating, triggering a languorous stretch that pushes my spine back against his hips. Something vaguely spicy... his cologne ? Maybe the cardamon and cinnamon from the dessert I fed him, his eyes blindfolded by my hose. His stubble caught in the mesh, and there were little wispy bits of fuzz on the edge of his lip when I kissed him.
Wait- is that cotton ? Has he put his underwear back on ? Boxers, in my bed ? I wriggle a little, and the skin of my buttocks informs me that I am correct. I can feel my face cringe through the sleep-induced lassitude. My eyes open slowly, but I am completely awake now, and edging toward the combative. I move to flip my body over, face the interloper, J'accuse ! ... but my left leg won't move. Tangled ? no- bound ! When did we- how did I-
" Finally ! "
I turn my head, hair falling over my face, and shake the cobwebs loose. My eyes are flashing, instincts too high. He is grinning. Damned sexy smile. Do I need the distraction ? I almost consider choosing to forget that my ankle is caught in a trap, but there's the matter of a pair of cotton boxers that must be addressed. " Finally ? Are you wearing - "
He cuts me off with a look. A look ! Am I that trainable ? Silent, I question him with my eyes.
" Do you trust me ? " He pauses. Shakes his head irritably, as though a small fly had got caught near his ear. " No, of course you don't. But you will. Now listen. You overslept because you were dead tired and I poured your wine last night. Your ankle is tied because I love to watch you squirm. And I'm half dressed because when I got up to make coffee there was a noise under the window and I thought you'd appreciate me not sharing everything with the neighbors. Is your leg numb ? "
I shake my head dumbly, appalled at his mastery in my bed.
" Good. " His lean body levered out of the bed, and the shorts dropped away; he looked like a selkie, and tasted like one, too. I ought to know.