She couldn’t even believe that he was suggesting it. “I’m staying until the police call you back.” Tank made himself comfortable on her sofa. “If that takes all night, then fuck it.” She knew better than to let him get his way. If she didn’t fight him tooth and nail then his dominance would take over. But after all the events of the day, she didn’t have the strength. “So you think I’ll just welcome you back into my bed too?” “I doubt it’d be a welcomed event. You’ve still got hostility.” “I wonder why, Tank.” He met her eyes. “You said you were ending it. What did you want me to do?” “I said that because I was alone.” She propped her hand on her hip as she stared at him. “You have the ability to make me feel like one of the shittiest skanks in the room. And you don’t give one fuck about it.” “You were far from a skank. Don’t play the martyr.” “Martyr? You barely had time to light a cigarette before you were balls deep inside someone else after our breakup.
