I was practically on his lap, but he didn’t push for more. Just reached over me for the control and when he leaned back against the cushion brought me with him.

“Stay still,” he ordered as he manhandled me some more.

“You’re so fucking bossy,” I protested, even as I tucked myself against his side. “And I’m cold.” I whined, arms crossed over my chest. He chuckled, and whispered “brat” under his breath, but still reached for a throw blanket and draped it over my lap.

“It’s a little down time, Alba.” He sounded so fucking reasonable, while I felt like I was sneaking around when my parents weren’t home. I remembered Julia’s admonition from the night I’d moved in, about trying to be friends with Theo. And, okay, this was a little bit more up close than I imagined a friendship with him would be, but if he could be a grown-up, so could I.

“Fine, but we’re watching what I want.” I snatched the control from his hand, then yelped when he lifted me until I was lying between his legs. I knew if I told him to stop he would, but I could not make myself do it. It felt nice having a man, this man, touching me like this. “I’m not watching sports either.” I looked over my shoulder at him, then reared back when he leaned down, close enough to brush our lips together. But he didn’t try a thing. Just kept that big, strong arm around my waist and sighed contentedly.

“I’m down for anything,” he assured me, and just to be a bitch, I settled on a rerun of My Little Pony.

“If you think Zoe didn’t turn me into a Brony during her obsession with MLP, you must pay less attention than I thought you did.”

Damn it.

“Who even calls it MLP?” was my dumbass clapback.

“I’m just watching TV, Alba Aphrodite.” The fuck he was.

“Not when you’re looking at me like that, Theodoro Anibal.” I had my finger pointed at his mouth, and the bastard bit it. “Ow,” I cried, and wiggled to try and escape, which only worked to make me grind harder on his dick.

He bucked up into me laughing, while I clenched every muscle in my body. “Damn, culona, chill. I know I’m hard to resist once I turn it on but—”

“Did you just...” I whipped all the way around, which would’ve been way more effective if it didn’t just result in me straddling him, but I was already in too deep, so I got in his face. He let loose that shit-eating grin that my clitoris seemed to have a sonar for.

“You did not just call me culona.” Now I was the one growling and apparently he thought pissing me off was foreplay.