Chapter 33

“Upstairs. Now. Us,” he demands of me, and drags me to the stairwell. “I’m not taking no for an answer. Think of it as a celebration.”

I don’t have a choice in the matter. Not that I really want one. I tell the computerized Alexa to turn out all the lights on the first floor, and let him lead me astray to the second floor to the spare bedroom. Just the two of us. Matched. At last, as one.

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