“That’s what this is, baby. You get me?” he asked, dipping his head to mine. “If you don’t want this, then say the word, and I’m gone.” “What if I want to come with you?” I blurted out suddenly, surprising not only him, but myself as well. His brows came together. “Come with me?” “What if I don’t want you to come back here to me because I want to be with you?”
