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“Try not to lose your mind while I’m naked and unsupervised in there,” I tell him casually, backing toward the bathroom. “And bring me my clothes before your control issues start acting up again.”
Dagger snorts softly under his breath, finally catching the shirt I threw at him.
“No promises.”
I grin faintly to myself before disappearing into the bathroom, fully aware his eyes stay locked on me right up until the door closes.
Chapter twelve
Chapter Nine
Dagger
I’m halfway through plating eggs when the bathroom door finally swings open behind me.
I glance over my shoulder automatically, and immediately regret it.
Blair walks out wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her body and a look on her face that already tells me she’s about to become a fucking problem again.
Water still clings to her skin in faint droplets. Damp hair hangs around her shoulders while sunlight spills through the balcony doors behind her, catching against the sharp lines of her legs peeking beneath the towel.
God damn.
The apartment already smelled too much like her before.
Now it’s worse.
Coffee brews beside me while traffic hums faintly below the building and the TV drones softly in the background. The whole place feels weirdly calm compared to the absolute disaster currently happening inside my head.
Blair stops short when she notices me standing at the stove.
Then her nose wrinkles immediately.
“You cook?”
I snort softly without looking away from the pan.
“You sound offended.”
“A little honestly.” She walks farther into the kitchen slowly, eyeing the food suspiciously. “This really ruins the whole emotionally unavailable drug dealer aesthetic you’ve worked so hard on.”
“Tragic.”
Her eyes drag across the counter.
The coffee, then plates before narrowing.
“Oh my god.”
“What?”
“You’re making me breakfast.”
“You haven’t eaten real food in days.”
“That feels dramatic.”
“Maybe,” I mutter, sliding eggs around the pan, “but doesn’t make it any less accurate. I’m gonna guess that’s why you passed out in a foam pit.”
