She just shook her head. Instead of getting angry at what he did to her while she was sleeping, her cl*t reacted.

She pretended to glare at him as he traced her shoulder with his forefinger.

"Pack your things tomorrow. Where do you want to stay more often? At the condo or the house?" he asked.

She frowned. She finally turned to look at him.

"What? What do you mean pack my things?"

She moistened the side of her lips when she saw his expression turned grim. His jaw clenched.

"You agreed to move in with me," he said in an arctic voice.

Her eyes widened. She could hardly remember...