"We're still going to be seeing each other," he murmured. "And don't even lie. I know that makes you happy, You told me you wanted me." Hold your horses. "When?" "At the lake." He slanted his headm and I should've pulled back. His lips curved knowingly against mine, and he let go of my wrist. "You said you wanted me." Both of my hand were on his chest. They had a mind of their own. I claimed no responsibility for them. "I had a fever. Lost my mind." "Whatever, Kitten." Daemon gripped my hips, lifting me onto the edge of he desk with an ease that was disturbing. "I know better."