His eyes lit with something and he sneered. He looked severely pissed off.
“I’m sorry. I---”
“You take my bed. I’ll sleep out here. I’ll order a bed tomorrow for the den, move my desk out here, you can have that room.” I wasn’t about to argue with that hard expression and those angry eyes. I don’t think anyone would.
“Thank you for dinner and the movie. And, um, everything. You’ve been very kind. Kinder than you should have to be. Thank you.”
He gave me a little smile but it had pity written all over it.
“Goodnight,” I said.
He gave me a chin jerk but said nothing.
Drake's POV
I woke up to shrill screaming in the pitch dark. It set my fight or flight instinct in motion big time and I reached to get between the bed and box spring for my piece but then I realized I wasn’t in bed, I
