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Hell. Maybe he shouldn’t have told her that last part.

“Nothing to be ashamed of, Cherry.”

“Nothing to be ashamed of?” she squealed. Then she shook her head. “No, of course there isn’t since that didn’t happen!”

“You think I’m lying to you?” he asked in a stern voice.

Her eyes widened. “N-no. That’s not what I’m saying. I’m just . . . maybe you imagined it?”

“Cherry,” he said sternly.

“Cupcakes,” she muttered.

He frowned. “You want cupcakes?”

“What? No. I mean, sure, I always want cupcakes. But I also say that instead of swearing.”

“Instead of saying a swear word you say cupcakes?” he asked incredulously.

“Um. Yep. Is that weird?”

“Yeah. Little bit.”

She bit her lip.

“It’s also cute as hell.”

“Really?” she whispered.

“Really, sweetness. You’re sweet in more ways than one.”

“I am?”

“You are. And you don’t have anything to be embarrassed about.”

“I’m not so sure about that.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “And I don’t like that I have no memory of any of this.”

Yeah, he understood that.

“I don’t like that either.” Anything could happen to her in that state. What if someone else found her like that? “You’re not like that every morning, right?”

“N-no. I remember most mornings. I think.”

“But you never remember the mornings that you’re like a zombie?”

“Oh. Uh. Sometimes I do.” Her cheeks had a flush of pink in them as she chewed her lip.

He hated seeing her look so worried and unsure. “Come here.”

She shook her head.

He raised an eyebrow. Yeah. He didn’t think so. Tobias crooked a finger at her. “Come here, Immy.”

“No.”

“Immy,” he said in a low, stern voice. “Do as you’re told.”

“I don’t have to do as you tell me,” she grumbled even as she started walking toward him.