Oh, Snowflake.
I jabbed a finger in his chest hard enough to make him wince. "That guilt you've obviously been torturing yourself with?" I snapped my fingers. "Lose it. It's not your fault."
He hesitantly raised his head to look at me. "But–"
"No. It sucks that it happened, but we'll figure it out."
Now would be a good time for full disclosure about my potential demise and black magic borrowing. It would be a very emotional conversation, with lots of tears. In other words, a real mood killer.
"Sex isn't going to wake her." I reached for the waistband of his boxers, but he stilled my hand.
"Really." His voice was hard. Almost as hard as his rigid shoulders.
I replayed the past ten seconds. Oh. Was he freaking kidding me? I widened my eyes theatrically. "I have a confession to make. I've been with someone. The things he does." I whistled. "Buzzes, vibrates. He can go for hours."
Rohan ducked his head. "I didn't actually think you'd hooked up with anyone else."