“So, how do you want to end your date night? I’m thinking a bubble bath and some fucking?” I really hoped he said yes to the fucking.
“Date night?” Wilder snorted.“Thiswas a date?”
I shrugged. “May as well be. We went out and did an activity together. Isn’t that what couples do?”
“Couples go out for dinner and go to the movies so they can make out in the dark in a room full of strangers. They don’t go breaking and entering together.”
Ooh, the movies sounded fun. Especially if there were mutual blowjobs involved. “If I buy you some popcorn, will you suck my dick in the back row?”
Wilder snorted and tilted his head as if he were giving the idea some real thought. “Sure thing, kitten. You’ve got yourself a deal.”
Chapter Twenty
Wilder
“Iwant you to move in with me,” Byron said as we stopped at a set of traffic lights.
I blinked at him. I hadn’t heard that right, had I? Perhaps my mind was still a bit fucked after trawling through Caleb’s brain and it was imagining things because there’s no way that Byron just asked me to move in with him.
The car jerked forwards again and Byron looked at me expectantly. Shit. He’d really asked me that.
“Um, nope.”
His brow instantly dropped. “I’m trying to be nice and think about your feelings. If it were up to me, I’d chain you to my bed and never let you leave.”
“Alright, caveman, the answer is still no. We barely know each other and I like my house.” It was my space and besides the thought of moving into an apartment with Byron was ludicrous.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “What about a sleepover?”
I snorted. “We’re not ten and I’m not falling for that. You’ll drug me and tie me up again.”
“Spoil sport,” he pouted but didn’t say anything more. His fingers tapped on the steering wheel and I could tell he was thinking up new and inventive ways to get me to agree. The crazy thing was, I didn’t think it would actually take much persuading for me to agree.
We turned into my street, and my magic signalled a warning in the back of my mind. “Pull over.”
Byron immediately pulled into a space and killed the engine. “What is it?”
“Something isn’t right.” I jumped out of the SUV and looked up and down the street. Everything seemed in the right place, but my magic started going haywire as I looked at my house. “The wards.”
I darted down towards the house, Byron close on my heels.
“Wilder, wait!” he yelled behind me, but I wasn’t listening. Someone had broken into my house.
I made it to my door and skidded to a stop.
The door was ajar and there was a dark sense of foreboding lingering. My breath bloomed in front of me in the frigid air as I took several shaky breaths. Someone had been in my home. Why hadn’t I felt the warning earlier?
Whoever had broken in had deliberately set a trap for me that I’d only notice when I was in reaching distance of my house.
Fucking asshole.
I turned and looked at the street behind me. The prick was probably watching me from somewhere, enjoying the show I was putting on for him.
There was no one to see. Just shadows and the empty street.
“That’s it,” Byron said in a clipped tone. “You’re moving in with me.”
“Byron,” I groaned.