Thomas stiffened, glancing over at James sharply as he just stood there – and if it weren’t for that fucking expression on his face he might have torn a strip from him for hovering like that – but as it was, he just snapped his tongue irritably.
Some habits never died.
Flipping the covers back, he remarked bluntly, “Typically speaking when a man lurks above a bed like that it doesn’t mean good things. Use your words next time.” Though he managed to keep it from being as visceral as he’d initially intended, it was still harsher than he now wanted. So in a softer, more entreating tone, he added, “Please.”
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