I didn’t say anything.
I didn’t trust myself not to proposition her.
“We should talk about last night,” she finally said.
There were a lot of things I wanted to talk about. All of them involved her body. None of them involved last night. I wanted to talk about today.
“What about it?” I managed.
“I don’t know. Things seem awkward now. Getting me out of your system probably means you’re ready for me to leave, right? Since I can’t, we need to come up with something else to do until the snow melts enough for me to get out of here.”
I blinked.
My female—I had to stop calling her that—had just stated that I’d successfully gotten her out of my system. Hadn’t she?
“I’m sure you have to work,” she added. “That’s fine. I can just watch TV or play video games. I just wanted to make sure we’re on the same page.”
I blinked again.
I was sure weweren’ton the same page.
“Does that sound good to you?” she checked.
My nostrils flared as the smell of burning food caught my attention.
The pancakes.
Shit.
I spun around and flipped them.
“I’m going to take that as a yes,” Madi decided.
She didn’t want the truth. I was going to have to be okay with that.
My beast growled again, and I cleared my throat to hide it.
Then lied.
“Sounds good.”
Her fork cut into the pancakes. I heard it scrape against the plate, and turned to drizzle honey over them for her before I went back to the griddle. Mine were burnt, but it was probably for the better. The last thing I needed was a reminder of the way she tasted.
Not that I’d forgotten. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get her taste off my tongue again.
The obsessed part of me hoped that was the case.
I needed serious help, but I didn’t think it was coming any time soon. Not while the focus of every fantasy I’d ever had was living in my house, eating my food, and sleeping in my bed.
I needed to learn how to enjoy it while I still could.
But for the moment, enjoyment was going to have to take a back seat to survival. If I tried to do what I really wanted to Madison, she was going to run away. Probably screaming—and not the kind of screaming I’d imagined so damn many times.
seven
MADISON
The restof the day was just as uncomfortable as the one before it.
