My eyes fluttered closed.
“Tell me why a man’s scent is all over you,” he demanded.
“Because I went to see a friend,” I answered even as the room spun slightly. Abram pulled back slightly. “I took him your dinner I made you so it wouldn’t go to waste. He said it wasperfect.”
Abram’s eyes swirled a deeper red as he stared at me. His jaw tightened, and he looked at the kitchen before looking back at me.
“He doesn’t need to touch you if you bring him food.”
His grip on my wrist tightened.
“We went for drinks and—”
Abram yanked me closer to him so he was kneeling between my parted legs. Oh, I liked this. I closed my eyes as his familiar scent hit me.
“And what?” he hissed out.
“We talked, then he walked me home, and I gave him a hug for listening to me.”
Abram stared into my eyes with a look I couldn’t decipher. He still had a hold of my wrist, and he seemed to be thinking about something very hard. His chest rose and fell quickly. My greedy eyes looked over his bronze skin decorated in black tattoos. Gods, I wanted to reach out and touch him.
“We are married,” he finally said.
“Yes, I know.” I rolled my eyes. “A fake marriage.”
He grabbed me by the back of the neck so I was looking at him.
“It might be a fake marriage, but that doesn’t give you the right to go on a date with another man.”
“It wasn’t a date.” I barely got the words out without stuttering over myself. Abram was too close, too good-looking for me to behave myself when I was drunk.
He lifted his hand, raising his fingers one at a time as he listed things off.
“Dinner, drinks, and he walked you home. In fact, he got a hug from you, which is more than I’ve ever gotten as yourhusband.”
His words made my stomach clench. I stared at him, and he watched me like he was waiting for some kind of reaction.
“Did you want a hug?” I asked.
“I should be the one you want to talk to if there is a problem.”
I didn’t say anything. Abram let go of my wrist before pulling me forward and hugging me. I hesitated for a moment before my arms wrapped around him. He yanked me closer to the edge of the couch so we were flush against each other.What the fuck was happening?
Gods, this felt nice.
Abram held onto me tightly without saying anything. My hands rested on his warm, bare skin. I closed my eyes and wished this was a real marriage. But as soon as I thought it, Abram moved away from me, like he was disgusted that he hugged me.
He stared at me, and I frowned as he looked more and more upset.
Protect yourself.My magic sneered.
I glared at him, feeling extra brave because of the alcohol.
“Yeah, I think I’ll stick to hugging Nate. At least he doesn’t pull away from me," I snapped as I stood up.
I started taking off my clothes so I could go to bed.
“Nate,” he sneered. “Over my dead body will you go hug him again.”
