I push him with the tips of my fingers in the direction of the door, briefly considering a nudey run down the front steps.
Stumbling backwards, he steadies himself with a hand against the wall. ‘If you want to embarrass yourself, go ahead.’
‘Embarrassed?’ I stretch around him, grabbing the door latch. ‘If I want to be degraded any time in the future, I know where to find you, yeah?’
As I pull on the door, he stops it with his foot drawing me to his chest. His body feels alien, strange, its contours now unfamiliar as my arms lie limp by my sides.
‘You’re angry. It means you care. Don’t make me go, Katie,’ he whispers tightening his grasp.
I so don’t have the energy for this.
His hand slides to the curve of my butt as I swing the door ajar, an arc of bright daylight shining into the hall. My eyes widen in astonishment, with incredulity.What the fuck is he on?
‘Does no one ever listen to a word I say?’
‘I’d be interested.’
That voice. God, I’d almost forgotten its effect on me.
My head whips around and there he stands. Kai.
