"I didn't spend the night with her," he said.
"Who?" I asked.
"Anyone."
I lay my cheek against his chest, relaxing into his embrace. Needing this comfort like a balm. "Stick it in whoever you want, Snowflake."
"Your permission is duly noted. For the record, I watched a Breaking Bad marathon. Heisenberg is either way scarier or not at all in Czech."
"I know. I couldn't decide either."
His heart beat in time with mine. "The other night..." he began.
I inhaled, letting his presence envelop me on every level. "No point rehashing it."
Rohan tipped my chin up so that I had to meet his eyes. "No more knives. I promise." His voice held a quiet sincerity that led me to believe him. Besides, the faster this was all put behind us, the faster we could continue as I meant us to go on. Fuck buddies and fighters.
"We're good. Drio told me why you had to get drunk." The way he searched my face had me wondering if he was worried that Drio had told me too much.