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Forced proximity. Grumpy/sunshine chaos. Touch her and die energy. Binge Cursed With Benefits on KindleUnlimited now. I took a long sip of coffee, needing the distraction. The caffeine didn’t help much. I needed something practical, something that made me feel like I was steering the madness instead of being dragged behind it. Which is how, fifteen minutes later, I found myself pacing in front of him with a dry erase marker and a mission. “All right,” I said, crossing the room. “If we’re going to be stuck together until we figure out how to break the bond, we need boundaries.” He looked up at me quizzically. “Boundaries?” he repeated, suspicious. “Exactly.” I grabbed my work bag from the counter and fished out my mini whiteboard—my go to teaching tool and now my vampire management system. He watched me curiously. I set the board down and started writing. “Rule number one: You cannot bite me.” Then, because he’d just woken up from a centuries long nap, I added a helpful visual: a stick figure with fangs lunging at another stick figure, and a giant red X through it. “Do. Not. ******* Bite. Me,” I said, tapping the drawing with the marker. Cristian’s gaze moved from the board to my face. Slowly. Deliberately. “You do know I can read, correct? I am not a peasant.” I glanced down at his naked body, his groin area covered by a measly dish towel I had lying on the counter. “You’re sure about that? Do you not know what pants are?” He looked down at himself, completely unbothered. “I am enjoying the freedom.” “Not anymore, you’re not.” I snatched a throw blanket from the couch and tossed it at him. “Cover yourself more. This isn’t a nude beach.” He caught it easily, letting it fall across his lap and drape over his legs like a toga. “This is absurd.” “Welcome to the twenty first century.” He gave me that flat, unimpressed look that made me want to throw something. “Your rule is unreasonable.”