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Idiot, Immy.

She’d totally fucked that up.

She pinched the top of her hand as punishment.

“Immy. Open up. Please, Twinkles.”

Nope. Not happening. She was going to take a shower.

“Immy. Open up. Now.”

But she ignored that firm order and got up, walking into the bathroom to turn on the shower.

She was naked in the shower when he stormed into the bathroom and opened the door.

A small scream escaped her. “How did you get in?”

“Found the key in the kitchen,” he told her before picking her up by the waist and carrying her out of the shower.

“I wasn’t finished.”

“I’ll shower you later.” He turned the shower off and she attempted to stride away, but he simply grabbed her and dried her off. Then he took hold of her wrist and led her into the bedroom. Then he pointed at the bed. “Kneel, face me, knees wide apart.”

“W-what?”

“Now.”

She got into position. Luckily, she hadn’t wet her hair or she’d be getting the bedcover all wet.

“Jenner—”

“Until I tell you otherwise, there’s no talking. Not unless I ask you a direct question. And you better answer honestly. Nod if you understand.”

She nodded.

She also worried that she might have unleashed something she wasn’t quite ready for.

“Right. First off, the number one thing is that you don’t ever lock a door between us, Immy. You want your privacy, I will try to give it to you, I swear. But I will struggle. Because you and I have always been tight. We’ve always been us. Even if I was a dick, first because I was a bit blind, then mostly because I’ve gotshit in my head that messes with my good sense. But we never lock doors between us. Okay?”

She figured she was allowed to say something now. “Okay.”

He cupped her chin with his hand and leaned in, his eyes intense. “Okay?”

Obviously he hadn’t believed her and she sighed, then nodded. “Yes. No more locked doors.”

She didn’t like it either.

He heaved out a big sigh.

“Right, next. What happened in the living room . . . you going for my cock and me saying no . . . you know it’s not because I don’t want you, right?”

This was trickier. “I know.”

“Immy. Look at me. I want you. Always. Every fucking second of every day.”

It’s just as well there was a moratorium on the swear jar while they were here.

She stared up at him. “You do?”