“Don’t be such a prissy pants. It’s not my fault the walls ain’t thick enough.” He shot you a lazy grin, completely unbothered as he leaned back against the couch. He knew he got on your nerves, and honestly? He loved it. The way your brows furrowed, the little huff you let out—it was too damn fun to mess with you. What can he say? He’s always had a thing for pretty girls.

But you? You were different. He could flirt, tease, push your buttons all he wanted, but he wouldn’t dare treat you like just another quick fuck. Nah, not you.

“Kidding, I’ll try to reduce the noises, madame princess.” He laughed, reaching over to pinch your cheek, ignoring the way you swatted at his hand. “No promises, though.”