Made in Vengeance

He stood up to his full height. “I will be right back.”

My eyes widened at his towel-clad body. “Aren’t you going to get dressed first?”

He smirked. “I’ll be quick.”

He left the room before I could say anything else.

He was gone for less than a minute, and even then, I felt restless, afraid he might go back to ignoring me. I couldn’t help but perk up when he finally returned, something clanking in his hands.

It took me a moment to process what it was.

My eyebrows jumped in surprise.

He didn’t say anything as he climbed into bed with me for an afternoon nap.

Before I could say anything, he handcuffed my hand to his.

“You’re going to stay close by my side,” he said, watching me carefully.

I wondered if I was supposed to feel turned off by this. I swallowed and nodded. Being close to his side sounded like a good idea.

“I’m going to stay close by your side,” I repeated.

His huge shoulders sagged a bit, and he smiled at me, making it hard to breathe.

He lay down and pulled me to him, and we went to sleep like that.