“Hey, Lach.” I smiled in the darkness. “Hm?” “I remembered what I was going to tell you.” “What is it?” He asked as I turned in his arms to face him. “I’m always numb unless you’re around. You make me feel.” I couldn’t see his face, but I heard his sharp intake of breath. “Fuck, Lyla James.” He pulled me closer and pressed his lips to mine in a slow kiss.
