Chapter 22)A Rat’s Butt

Uhhhhh. Um. Duh-uh. Database brake down. I need a second. But apparently my feet don't give a crap. Because they started stuttering on over without permission from my brain. My body parts have been doing that lately. It's getting annoying. They kept going until they brought me right in front of the bed where he still lays nonchalantly. It's aggravating how nonchalant he is while I'm going through this mental and emotional turmoil over here, d@mmit. He still holds the key out to me. I already have a hunch about what's about to happen, but I did what I did anyway. I reached up for the key. And he grabbed my wrist, spun us around and pinned my back to the bed. Like I called he would. One of his hands stayed gripping both of mine above my head, while the other supported his weight. And thank the goddess, because his shirtless body, flush against mine. . . I don't even know what I