“Do you want to take a bath before we get ready?” My eyes lit up. “Together?” Damien laughed. “Little witch. You’re going to kill me.” He kissed the side of my cheek. Whispered in my ear. “If we get in there together, we’re not getting out. Not until you’re covered in my scent and look freshly fucked, so everyone knows exactly whose you are.” “Yours,” I said, burying my face in his throat. Inhaling his smell like he always did mine. “I’m yours.”
