"I can't stand you," I whispered, even though it sounded less like hate and more like I was trying to convince myself. I pulled the blanket up to my chin and shifted as far away as the narrow bed would let me.
His arms came around my waist from behind, steady and infuriatingly patient, pulling me back until I was flush against his chest.
"Let go of me Enzo," I muttered, but it came out breathless, traitorous.
He chuckled low against my hair, the sound vibrating through me.
"Not a chance, tesoro. You fight less when you're mad. It's cute."
"Cute?" I hissed, twisting in his hold just enough to glare at him over my shoulder. "I'm going to push you out of this bed."
"Mm, try." His right hand found my nipple, thumb brushing slow, absent circles over the fabric like he was memorizing the shape of it. Then he whispered. "But you won't. Because even when you hate me, you don't sleep unless I'm holding you."
"That's a lie."
"Prove it." His voice dropped, softer now, almost careful. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear with that infuriating gentleness. "Sleep, tesoro. Fight me in the morning."
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