He nods, three feet from me now. “On our last few outings, I had suggested a little more for us, but maybe I was too subtle.”

His eyes hold on mine and I can read what he’s not saying.

Maybe he was too subtle or maybe I wasn’t paying attention.

Maybe I was occupied.

My skin prickles as I realize. “You asked for this...”

His lips curl into a full smile, teeth and all. “I did.”

“Why?” I can’t keep from asking.

His brows snap together, but it’s too late to backtrack, so I wait for an explanation that never comes.

His demeanor shifts and his attention moves to my luggage, the pieces lined exactly as they were on the floor of my home, now in his.

I don’t even know what’s inside them.

Anthony licks his lips. “There’s a room down here in the back part of the house. Gorgeous view for a gorgeous girl.” He lifts the golden J in his palm, flipping it over to inspect the back.

“They’re real,” I offer since he seems intent on knowing.

His eyes lift to mine and he walks into the kitchen area, where a glass, a third of the way filled with golden liquid, sits waiting for him. “Nana will get things moved for you. If you’d like her to unpack for you, she will. If you’re particular about where things go, let her know and she’ll do all she can to make you happy, as will I.”

“Coffee makes me happy,” I throw out, pushing back how ridiculous this entire situation is for a moment, just to see his reaction.

Because fuck tea.

Fuck everything.

Why am I doing this? I should leave...

Anthony’s glass halts at his lips, and surprisingly, he chuckles, walking toward me with kind eyes and soft steps.

I don’t flinch when his palm lifts, gently falling to my cheek. “Tell me what you like, and I’ll have it delivered for you.”

Someone already knows what I like.

A sharp pain hits my ribs.

“All I want, sweetheart, is to be everything you want,” he says.

You could never be.

“I have some work to do, but if you prefer, I put it off to help you get comfortable, I will.”

“No,” I say, maybe too quickly and the edges of his eyes tighten, though he tries to hide it. I clear my throat, smiling. “No, I’ll be fine. I won’t lie, this is a change I wasn’t prepared for, but I’ll settle in fine. Do what you need to and I’ll... go find my room.” I push my tongue into the back of my teeth, my tolerance for this nightmare nearly peaking.

I might lose it if I can’t find a solo moment to breathe soon.