"Not that!" I exclaimed before shaking my head. "Actually, that is part of it but - He is going to send people after me and it is all your fault," I said, poking into his chest. He grabbed my finger and I remembered he hated being poked at.
"If you want it to be my fault, then yes, it is my fault, angel." He kissed my knuckles, making my stomach warm.
Was this something to be happy about?
"What are we going to do?" I muttered, shaking off the weird feeling he gave me.
"I am glad we are still a 'we'. You, my dear, will kiss me goodnight and get your beauty sleep while I think up the best way to deal with my new enemy. He is my problem, not yours." He pressed a wet kiss to my cheek. I shuddered, wiping his saliva with the back of my palms.
"He wants me dead!" I muttered. I turned to hi
