“Just a little.”“But you like it when I scream for you.” She says, staring at me, unblinking.“Yeah,” I swallow, my heart pounding. “Only for me, not the whole house.”“I’ll be quieter,” she nods, shushing herself. “I don’t want to wake anyone.” She says, her voice lower. “They’ll hate me even more.”I sit at the edge of the tub, watching her. “They don’t hate you,” I say. But she pins me with a questioning gaze, even drunk she remains cognizant. “They’re warming up to you.”She scoffs, “Same thing.” she says with an eyeroll. “Are you mad at me?”“No,” I truthfully say. “I was worried about you, so next time, tell me, okay?”She reluctantly nods, “Sorry.”“I’ll prepare your pyjamas, and you finish up, okay?”“I don’t want to sleep with pyjamas,” she pouts. “I want that.” She says, pointing somewhere behind me.My gaze shifts, and when I find nothing there, I realise she meant me. “Me?”“Your shirt,” she laughs.“My shirt,” I echo, embarrassment washing over me. I really thought she m
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