“Would you attend some of my parties?” His hands palmed up her bare back. “All of them.” She pulled away a little, glancing at him. “But you hate parties. I don’t think you’re fond of my friends, either.” “I can learn to like them.” His arms locked around her waist and dragged her back to him. “I can be civil.” She raised an eyebrow, as if to say, Can you? For you, yes.
