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I was so fucking confused.

“What are you doing?” Crossbody asked in his haughty drawl as he approached, being careful not to look at me.

For once, I wasn’t ready to go with a sarcastic quip back. I felt wildly unsettled by his presence. He, on the other hand, appeared as calm and unaffected as ever. Like he hadn’t, just a handful of hours ago, been on his knees in front of me with a hard dick, greedily sucking my cum off his fingers.

Seriously, how the fuck had that happened? I almost couldn’t believe it.

“Looking through the stuff Frank and Beans stole from all of us,” Val answered him, standing up and frowning. She was holding a pair of socks with tiny gold wings stitched onto them. “Those fuckers. My grandma made me these. I had to tell her I’d lost them and she was devastated.”

“Is there anything of mine?” Crossbody asked curiously, coming to a stop beside the pile and looking down at it with his hands on his narrow hips.

“Don’t think so, actually,” Kit said, snatching up several loose sheets of paper with drawings of big-titted mothpeople on them. “Haven’t spotted anything.”

“Oh.” For some unfathomable reason, Crossbody looked almost… disappointed?

God, he was so fucking weird. I didn’t understand him at all.

He had no reason to stay, so after a pause, he carried on walking toward his dressing room, which meant he had to brush past me. We both tensed at the light contact of his arm against mine.

I clenched my jaw and made sure my eyes didn’t follow him as he walked away. When I noticed that Biff was watching me with a brow raised, heat rushed to my cheeks.

“So you’re both actually following Corey’s ruling?” he asked. “Not interacting?”

“What?” I blurted it too quickly, suddenly wondering if he or any of the others somehow knew what had happened last night. “Yes. Of course we are. We haven’t spoken. At all.”

“Don’t tell Corey this, but I don’t think that’s the best way to resolve this—” Gabe waved in my general direction. “—whatever the issue is between you two.”

I stiffened. “You know what the issue is. We all do. He’s a condescending prick.”

“I think that’s just the way he talks,” Kit said as they straightened, clutching their stolen smutty mothpeople drawings.

“Why does that mean it’s okay?” I shot back immediately. “Just because he’s up his own ass, we all have to accept it and act like it’s fine?”

“No, I mean I don’t think he even realises how some of the stuff he says sounds,” Kit said. “Like, I don’t think he’s always trying to talk down to us or whatever.”

“He is,” I gritted out, those confusing feelings fading as my anger spiked. “He knows exactly what he’s doing.”

“Maybe,” Kit said doubtfully, then shrugged. “Well, whatever, man. That’s just the way he is. Just don’t let it get to you.”

That was far, far easier said than done. Maybe it was easy for Kit and some of the others, but it wasn’t for me.

He just got to me. The way he talked, the way he acted, the way he held himself. Something about him just… fucking got to me. Pushed all my buttons.

He made me feel inferior. And I refused to let anyone make me feel inferior.

Last night, though… last night, I’d been the one making him feel inferior. I’d been the one shoving my cock into his throat, making him choke on it, seeing how desperate and needy he got on his knees for me.

And I’d fucking loved it. I’d loved seeing him like that. I’d loved being the one in control of him like that. Making him realise that he wasn’t better than me. I’d made him desperate for me.

I was a little concerned about just how much I’d loved it.

I was always that way during sex—rough, aggressive, firmly in control—but that didn’t mean I wanted to love doing it with him. I couldn’t stand him. And I’d never even thought about doing it with him. Before last night, I would’ve laughed myself silly if anyone had suggested having sex with Crossbody.

But now I had. I’d had sex with Crossbody. When the realisation thudded into the pit of my stomach, I quickly backed away from the others, worried they’d somehow be able to tell.

Gabe was an incubus. Maybe he had some secret incubus sense that let him look at a person and see who they’d had sex with.

Fuck. I didn’t want anyone finding out. I couldn’t think of anything more embarrassing.