Rubi reached over and mussed his hair. “No stamina, Nashie.” Nash yawned. “No dinner more like. Maybe that’s why it took me too long to notice.” He shot me an apologetic frown. “I was more worried about keeping you out all night for no reason.” “It wasn’t no reason, Nash.” Our gazes locked for a charged second, like they always did when I said his name. Couldn’t say why, just that his name on my lips got to him, and I fuckin’ loved it enough to say it far too often.
