“I don’t know,” I finally replied, heart racing wildly. “Am I?” Johnny touched my cheek, his knuckles grazing over my skin with a featherlight touch. “I really fucking hope so.” “Yeah?” A deep sense of relief washed through me and I whispered, “Me too.” “And I’m yours.” Grinning, his hand slipped from my elbow to my ass, giving me a little squeeze, before he stepped back and released me. “Just so you know where you stand.”
