Shit. He hated it. Or she crossed a line. Or... fuck. "Yeah, of course." She wanted to say that he could come in her room whenever he wanted, but that sounded dumb right now. Too blase. And when he sounded soft like that, like he was trying to control something, she didn't want to be blase. She shifted so her feet were over the edge of the bed, resting on the floor, sitting and facing the door and trying not to look as nervous as she felt.