“I’m submissive and kinky, not breakable,” Raine snapped. “You don’t have to ask every five minutes.”
“Okay,” Don said, and then they looked at each other for a second, while rain splashed and pooled and scampered down the building outside, falling to the street.
Raine’s shoulders slumped: a somewhat terrifying admission of emotion. “Sorry. I’m…off-balance. And I’m having a hard time with this. Not with you, with all of this. You’ve been nothing but amazing. But…”
“With everything,” Don agreed, understanding, believing he understood. “You’ve had a rough few weeks, your case and, um…needing an outlet…and that’s harder too with your kind of magic, right? You’re always thinking, sort of? Not accidentally pushing someone into wanting something they don’t already?”
Raine stared at him, put
