Page 36 of The Cabin

I hope the look I’m giving him is making him feel like I’m shooting laser beams at his face in an attempt to burn it right off. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Another time. I’m serious, you need to eat.”

“Grayson, I’ve made it perfectly clear –”

“God, you are stubborn. Fine. But don’t come crying to me when your stomach is growling and we’re thirty minutes away from home. Go get dressed. You need a bathing suit.”

Does he just turn his ears off when I talk? I’m not going anywhere with him. “Grayson!”

“Sol.” Goosebumps. He’s baaaaack. Demanding Grayson. He’s giving off the same vibe as when he convinced me to move in with him. “Go get dressed.”

I open my mouth to tell him exactly how I feel about his demands, (no, I was going to lie and say I hate them) but he beats me to it. “Get your ass in the bedroom, put your swimsuit on under clothes that can get dirty, and wear good walking shoes. Now. Before I have to carry you in there and undress you myself.”

Is there science that can explain why the moment he starts bossing me around in that sultry ass voice my brain shuts off and I do whatever he says? Happily. Eagerly. It gets me feeling some type of way.

Like a freaking Sims character doing whatever the hell my creator comes up with, I go do exactly what I’m told.

When I come back out dressed and ‘ready’ to go, he’s waiting for me by the door.

“You ready?”

“About as unenthusiastically as possible, yeah.”

“That’s my girl.” Please don’t call me your girl. I'll melt into a puddle right here on the floor. Especially after just being commanded and getting a glimpse of his dominance. He’s trying to kill me, I know it.

We walk through the trees for a few minutes, and I keep sighing and huffing and puffing as loudly as possible, but he’s been ignoring me.

I give a particularly abrasive grunt and he turns around with his eyebrows raised. “Is that your mating call or what?”

“No, it’s not. I would never waste my mating call on you anyway.”

“Sol, you just make me feel so warm and fuzzy inside. I love living with you.” What a smack ass.

“Where are we going anyway?” I’ve caught up to him and now we’re keeping pace with each other.

“You’ll see when we get there.”

“When you push me off a cliff, you mean.”

“Don’t ruin the surprise, Sol.”

“Is this your thing? You lure women into the woods and cut them up into a million pieces?”

He gives me a dry look. “No, my thing is getting us out and away from the cabin so we don’t end up killing each other.”

“You’re already on my shit list from the pictures at the pumpkin yesterday. I’m totally going to kill you first. You’ll never see it coming.”

His responding laugh is fake and provoking. “What are you going to do? Annoy me to death?”

“It would be better than having an aneurysm from all the freaking hammering and chopping and sawing you do all day.”

“You don’t like my hammering, lollipop?”

I trip over a log that I didn’t see because I was too busy picturing a branch falling and landing on his head. But then I got sad because he’s the most infuriating, sweet, sexy man I’ve ever met and I feel like it would be a shame to waste that with an early grave.

He catches me around the waist before I smash my face into the ground. “Did you drink this morning?”

“Oh yes. A lot. I have to or else I won’t be able to get through the day being around you.”

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