"I'm coming," I tell Cara and end the call. When I look up at Patterson, his eyebrows are furrowed with a mixture of concern and anger. "Roommate," I answer, and hopefully that's enough of an explanation for now. "I have to go."
I grab my pants, but Patterson tugs them from my hands. "You aren't going anywhere."
His tone is firm. I don't want to go either, but I don't have a choice. I want to scream in frustration, but I keep the words locked behind my lips. They're swollen from his kisses because I'm not used to the attention. I lick them at the thought of kissing him again and his blue eyes follow the movement. He licks his own lips and I imagine he can taste me.
"You aren't going anywhere," he repeats.
"I have to give her the car back. It's hers," I admit, but I'm pretty sure he hea
