~CAKE~“Care to explain?” I demanded, trembling with all the things I was holding in.He groaned and rolled onto his side, rubbing at his face. “It’s early,” he muttered, voice thick with sleep, like he had a choice here.I didn’t flinch. I didn’t step back. Not when he had the audacity to lie to me, to keep my things, to read my thoughts.He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, tall and slow, like he had all the time in the world. My eyes tracked him. I hated that I noticed how the morning light hit the lines of his chest, the way his briefs clung low, the curve of his—no. Focus, Cake. Focus. Anger, not appreciation.“They’re yours,” he said, finally looking at me, tossing the journal, the vibrator, and my clothes onto the bed. His tone was flat, completely uninterested, like he was bored with this entire exchange.“They’re my stuff, Nico!” I snapped. “Stuff you said you threw away! Stuff you told me was gone!”He shrugged, shoulders wide, completely casual. “So?”“So?”
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