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Meanwhile, I could barely get a breath in,pounded so deep into the sofa

He shouted, his voice rough and low, as he cale

I was close to co hiot you Let’s go to bed I’ot off me and helped me up fro disoriented "I stood up too fast," I told hiht and not have to pause to get your bearings

He pulled ainst him, his arm thrown around me He nuzzled into my hair, into the sensitive spot just behind my ear "Come to bed with me," he said very, very quietly

I didn’t respond, didn’t think I needed to, since he’d already begun to tug me with him to the stairs

I paused in the door of his bedroo a moment to take it all in

The huge painting on the wall, ofI focused on I still couldn’t believe he’d done that Who the hell bought a ninety thousand dollar painting of their ex and put it in their bedroom?

It was so twisted And da he’d ever done

After a time, my attention shifted to the rest of the spacious room

I sized up his bed I wasn’t pleased hat I saw It was intie and red and built more like a miniature house than a bed

I shot him a look "That your torture cha bed"

"That didn’t exactly answerwith my slacks When his hands went to ed softly

I shook itated by the second "Why do you have a bed like that, Tristan?"

"Coyou want to tell me?" I licked my suddenly bone dry lips "Any surprises you have for h his hair, and just stood there, looking very uncertain for a round