“Drew! You can't keep doing that!” I glared at my mate who simply smirked wryly at me.
“You’re so cute when you’re annoyed.”
I avoided him with a groan as I shuffled from his bed and stomped over to the mirror. Just as I expected, a bright red bruise sat on my neck.
I turned to narrow my eyes at him. “Did you know that my mother thinks we’re sleeping together?”
“We are.” He shrugged, causing me to roll my eyes.
“I don’t mean like that,” I said as I flung a bottle at him, which he skilfully caught. “And if you are going to be a pain in the ass, I’ll sleep in my own bed at night.”
“You can’t do that,” he mumbled as he came after me. “How else will we ‘get to know each other’.”
I rolled my eyes again. “All we do is kiss.”
“That’s because I can't get enough of you,” he whispered
