“I’m sorry. I’m not comfortable with that.” “I’ll wait until you’re comfortable, then.” His grin returns and I want to kiss it, but I don’t, because that’s just fucking desperate. “Thanks, baby.” “For what?” “For bringing me back.” “Bringing you back from where?” “Somewhere unpleasant.” He smacks my arse. “Go get that sexy body all soaped up and try not to think of me.”
