His cock throbs against my fingers. He mutters, "You shouldn't be here."
"You didn't say that last night." I take my hand away.
"I'm pretty sure I did."
I reach inside the bag for the yoga pants. "Yeah, but you didn't mean it." I step into one leg.
"Blue, this has consequences."
I scoff, tug the black material up, and step into the other side. "Love always does, Red."
He watches me, saying nothing.
I tug a hot-pink tank top with a built-in bra over my head.
He asserts, "It's important you don't confuse sexual acts with love."
I smooth the shirt over my torso and tilt my head. I smile and point out, "You're angry."
"I'm not."
"You are."
He sighs. "I'm cautious."
"Same thing, different branding."
He doesn't comment.
I slide into the sandals Cloud left, and step into his space again.
He stiffens but doesn't move away, stating, "You slept."
"I did."
"Good."
I tilt my head. "You stayed up a long time after I fell asleep, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
He looks at me for a long moment. Conflict churns behind his eyes. He shakes his head. "You're going to be late for yoga."
I grin. "You're adorable when you deflect."
"I'm not adorable."
"You are when you're irritated."
His lips twitch, but it vanishes just as quickly.
"I'll see you later tonight," I declare, then kiss him on the cheek.
"Blue—"
"I'm going to be late. And don't worry. I know where your gym is," I acknowledge.
