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I woke up in a fluffy bed and immediately wanted to go back to sleep. I didn't think about how I got here or what was going on until I heard his voice. Soft and deep, sending tingles down my spine.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said. I looked at the end of the bed where he stood.

This was his bed, in his room, where he slept on his couch so I could have the bed. I also remembered the gun I'd seen him put on the table by the couch while he slept. Meaning I had to be careful not to upset him.

"It's 11 o'clock," he said holding out an outfit for me. I'd requested a new one last night after my shower only to receive a new button up shirt to sleep in.

"You let me sleep till 11?! Ronnie must be-" I almost said Ronnie must be worried, but I immediately closed my mouth. I could put Ronnie in danger if they thought he actually cared about me.

"Ronnie must be what?" Blake asked raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, nothing. It must just be something from my dream. I have no idea what I was going to say." I shrugged and tried to look innocent. I reached up to take the clothes from him, but he pulled them back.

"I'd like my shirt back, Jade." He smirked.

"I'll give it back.. when I have something else on." I said pulling the blanket to my chest. I didn't think I liked where this seemed to be going.

"I'd also like to know what Ronnie might be." He said. He held up a black v neck shirt from the pile. "If you tell me things I'd like to know, you can have clothes. Otherwise, I want my shirt."

"This is hardly the type of thing that you should be doing to someone you just met." I argued.

"Ah, but it is something I'm allowed to do to my soon-to-be bride." He smirked and sat on the small sofa against the wall by the bed. If he's going to use the "you have to listen to me" thing for this, what else is he going to make me do?

"What happened to the time when men were sweet to their wives?" I crossed my arms. He looked thoughtful for a moment before smiling.

"Well," he said putting the clothes on the sofa as he leaned back. "I think those times died when women decided they liked goofing around and being teased. So I'm only doing what is expected of a husband or boyfriend."

"Ha! I expect clothes and for a man to know me before he tries to tease me." As I spoke I stood up from the bed. I noticed his eyes go to my uncovered legs and it sparked an idea in my head.

I unbuttoned the first buttons of the shirt and moved closer to him. He watched curiously, but remained quiet. He moved the clothes as I got closer and I sat beside him on the sofa. He looked at my legs again and this time he noticed something else on the side of my leg.

"You were shot?" He asked still looking at my leg.

"I ran." I shrugged. "They were told to catch me at all costs, but they've been keeping an eye on it."

"Oh... alright." He looked skeptical for a moment.

"It hardly hurts anymore." I lied. It bothered me constantly. He nodded a little and decided to change the subject, noticing this was putting a damper on my mood.

"You know, they've never brought anyone as beautiful as you to be my bride." He said turning to face me. He thought for a moment before chuckling. "I might just keep you, but I know that I shouldn't. You have a family to get back to."

"You could keep me." I whispered. I moved closer to him and put my hand on his. "No one would miss me and your father expects you to take a bride."

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