"What is that even supposed to mean? Just because I said you called you 'Mine'? People claim things all the time. Besides, it was a club. What were you expecting."
His hand tightened lightly against the sofa, he arched a eyebrow lowly at her, like as if there was something he was deliberating not saying.
"It doesn't mean anything," she assured herself, dismissing how the question was indeed bugging her mind.
"Is that so?" He drawled. With a finger underneath her chin, he tilted her head up towards him. "I heard you had fulfilling dreams about a certain one night stand. I have reasons to believe that lucky person is me."
"I didn't--" she stopped when she felt his hand slip in-between her thighs. "It wasn't you," her voice hitched.
"It wasn't anyone else," he said against her neck, his
