Raymond stepped forward and wrapped his hand around her waist. "I missed you, baby," he kissed her neck when she stopped him.
"It's late; I am sleepy."
"Let me make you sleep," he whispered, but she shook her head to the negative; he couldn't possibly want to have sex with her right now and right here, right?
"Will you come over tomorrow?" he asked, and she shook her head in denial.
"Are we still talking about the pills?" He frowned, and she rolled her eyes. He thought she had gotten over it, but she hadn't.
"I have plans for tomorrow; I can't show up." She walked to her bed and tugged herself in her duvet.
"How about the weekend? Why don't you sleep at the mansion?" He didn't like her being out of his side; now he felt like she was the medicine he needed every minute.
They being in different homes made him angry; couldn't she just move in with him? He frowned.
"I can't, Raymond; I can't sleep over."