Chapter9:

“You’re a jerk. I hope your food chokes you.” I snort, knowing he intentionally distracted me because I was walking toward the wall. Angry that he always gets the upper hand. I thrust myself up and storm after him as he makes his way to the refrigerator. Our food is all laid out at the breakfast bar, two settings facing one another, and Monique has departed to the laundry room down the hall. I can hear her singing to herself. Dane opens the door and leans in, searching for a drink, and I push my way in front of him like a child, use my butt to scoot him back with a nudge to his groin, and bend down for my preferred brand of water. Returning to childish behavior as it’s the only real weapon I have. Ignoring the noise of a ‘hmmph,’ I think I have the upper hand and am subtly aware of how he steps back in. I freeze as he puts his hands on my hips in a suggestive manner and props up behind me in a mock sexual pose, making it very obvious I have fallen into another trap. So smoothly and fas