Danny's POV
I stared at him. The man was a literal statue in my bed, his broad shoulders blocking out the moonlight like an eclipse. I just made my final decision in the car, and here he was. In my room. Under my covers.
"Get off my bed," I said, my voice shaking. I tried to make it sound like a command, but it came out like a plea.
"No," Chadwick said.
He didn't even blink. He just sat there, half naked, looking at me like I was a rebellious student who hadn’t finished his homework. The nonchalance of it made my blood boil. As a guy who actually believes in things like boundaries and consent and not being a total misogynistic prick, I was disgusted with myself for how fast my heart was thumping.
"I said get out!" I snapped. I lunged forward, putting both hands on his chest and shovi
