Chay quickly scrambled to pull the couch blanket over herself, clutching it. Her voice was calm but sharp. "Really? You sleep half-undressed with a stranger all night and you cover up for me? Me?" Drake's eyes widened as his voice cracked again, rising to full righteous indignation. "Are you fucking him?"
"I don't see how that is any of your business, but no." she answered coolly, tightening the blanket around herself.
"Not yet anyway," Guy quipped lazily, walking over and handing her a mug of coffee with the air of a man who had absolutely nothing to prove and zero shame. The smugness rolled off him.
Drake exploded. "I swear to God, one more word out of you—"
"And then what?" Guy asked, leaning in just enough to prove he wasn't afraid of whatever testosterone-laced showdown was brewing.
Drake balled his fists. His veins were doing the Macarena on his neck.
"Why are you here so early?" Chay cut in suddenly.
"What?"
