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Fuck it. I don’t want her to overthink this. I want her to move in. I need this chance to prove to her that I’m all in. Mentally rehearsing my first argument, I inhale deeply, preparing to sell her on the idea. But before I can get a word in, she puts me out of my misery.

“Then that’s what I’ll do. Take me home, Fielding.”

Chapter 34

Daphne

Icreepintothekitchen, using the flashlight on my phone to guide my way. I could flick on an overhead light—but I’ve only lived here for a few weeks, and I honestly don’t know which switch goes with which light. Plus, I really don’t want Fielding to find me out here.

I open the first few drawers of the kitchen island and close them just as quickly once I scan the contents. I skip the silverware and knife drawers because I’m already familiar with those. That just leaves the last two drawers at the end.

Bingo.

The contents of the junk drawer rattle loudly, leaving me even more frazzled. I aim the flashlight from one end of the drawer to the other, desperation itching up my spine as my efforts don’t produce my intended result.

This is my literal last resort. I already switched the batteries around once. I also opened up the back of the remote controls in the living room. I just need two stupid AAs to magically appear in this drawer…

“Angel?”

I groan and slam the drawer shut.

“What?” I snap, harsher than intended, before blowing out a frustrated sigh.

“Uh, are you okay? What are you doing out here in the dark?”

His voice is laced with concern, which certainly isn’t unwarranted. I’m sure I look like a hot mess.

I glance down at my bare feet and uncovered legs—I’m wearing an oversized T-shirt and nothing else. There is definitely a light sheen of sweat on my forehead, whether from exertion or frustration at this point, I don’t know. I’ve literally never beenthat closeand had my vibrator just die.

“I’m fine,” I huff out, glancing over and groaning when I realize he’s standing before me without a shirt. Because of course he is.

I blow out a long breath and try my hardest not to stare at the indents that create the peaks and valleys of his torso. He’s rocking a literal eight-pack, and the way his pants are slung so damn low shows off the distinct outline of the veins on his hips.

Those aren’t the only veins I love in that general area. I may or may not have been thinking specifically about a hard, veiny, ramrod straight part of his body before I lost my orgasm just now. I clench my thighs together on instinct, then squirm at the slickness still coating my core.

Why the hell didn’t I put on panties before leaving my room?

“Daphne.”

I snap up to meet his gaze. He’s got that stupid cocksure smirk on his face—like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. The frustration in my glare is enough to put him in his place. He schools his expression, then speaks softer as he steps into the kitchen and flicks on a dim light.

“Can I help? What are you looking for?”

I side-eye him, then quickly avert my gaze before responding. “Batteries. Two AAs, which I can’t seem to find anywhere in this damn house…”

When I peer up again, he’s got his tongue in his cheek and his arms crossed over his bare chest.

“What do you need batteries for in the middle of the night, angel?”

It’s that stupid grin that tells me he knowsexactlywhat I need batteries for. Instead of answering or even shrinking in on myself, I explode.

“You did this to me, you know. This is allyourfault!”

“Oh yeah?” he counters, leaning against the island and crossing one leg in front of the other while he assesses me up and down. He thinks we’re flirting. He has no idea how close I am to biting his head off, praying-mantis style. “What exactly did I do?”

“This! All of this! You got me pregnant! You did this! And now I’m hornier than I’ve ever been in my whole life! All I can think about is that night… the way you… the way…”

“The way I what?”