I pushed his face away, irritated again. "You didn't even let me wear the dress."
"You mean the one that almost got torn off your body?"
Ah, so that was his plan. He wasn't letting me off either way. This bastard.
"You tore me, Kael."
He just laughed again, but I was already trying to get up. Except… my legs folded the second they hit the floor, and I dropped to my knees with a quiet fuck.
Immediately, he was off the bed, crouched beside me. "You okay?"
"No," I hissed, my glare sharp enough to cut steel.
"You need help?"
"I need you to not exist right now."
He smiled like a damn devil and started to lift me. "You've got a long day, I can—"
"Drop me! I don't need your help—"
And he did.
Kind of.
He lowered me just enough that I wasn't bruised, but still held onto my arms as he leaned in and kissed my face, featherlight and slow.
I shoved at his chest. "No. I'm not letting you touch me until I recover."
He pulled back, brows raised. "That could take days."
"Exactly."
