"I'm aware of the discrimination," he snaps, but his expression softens when he catches the startled fear in her gaze. "I wasn't aware that you were having difficulty finding a place to stay. I thought frugal, but you' were actually struggling to make ends meet," he says. "I should have paid more attention."
She shakes her head minutely. "My financial issues is hardly your responsibility," she want to say, but he is much too close, occupying all of her personal space and taking up the air.
It's fine.
She isn't breathing much anyway.
"You are my responsibility," he says, voice dropping into that deep, unhappy growl that makes her toes curl. "I want to f**k you," he says, only he says 'f**k' like it's another phrase for 'devour'.
"Um," she says, eloquent as always when she's in his pres
