Jamison crawls over me, takes my chin between his finger and his thumb, and angles my head so I’m back to looking at him. “Aye, and what do ye want?” My cheeks have turned into full-bloom roses, and I poke him in the ribs. Jem gives me another look. “Say it.” I swallow nervously and take a few deep breaths that come out shallow. “I’d like you, please.” A smile breaks over his face, and he drops his body on top of mine, my face still in his hand. “Then ye shall hae me.”
