“Do you love me?” “Yes.” Oliver is, predictably, the first to answer. He buries himself inside of me suddenly, dragging a choked gasp from my throat as my back arches off the bed, body pressing to his. “Yes.” He growls the word against my throat, teeth and tongue joining the word to make it that much more pressing. “Yes.” Rook reaches out with one hand, twining his fingers with mine as he watches me. “But we’ve loved you for a long time.”
