“ “Well, I’m glad we had that talk. I really do have a work crisis, so I’ll get back to my room—” “This is your room.” I said. She gave ma a dubious stare. “I hate to tell you this, but this is not, in fact, where I’ve been sleeping the past five months,” I said patiently. “My room is at the other end of the hall. You made a big show of distinguishing it when I moved in. Remember?” she had a point, buy I didn't care. “Yes, but I think it’s clear the boundaries we set that day are no longer applicable.” Dante notched a dark brow. “Don’t you agree?” Her pulse tripped into overdrive. “What are you suggesting?” she asked. “That we set new boundaries. No more separate bedrooms, no more sneaking out in the morning…” My expression darkened. “And no more contact with Heath.”