“Last time we had a heart-to-heart, you said I don’t belong.” “I said you belong to me.” I grip the sheets to fight a shudder. “Didn’t happen.” “Did. You were asleep.” “Not your first time sneaking into my bedroom?” “Not my last.” He licks his lips, staring at my neck. “You smell like Orion.” He moves so slowly I could stop him, but my nervous system locks down when he softly takes my wrist. “And hot fucking caramel sauce.”
