I grabbed his wrist, pulling him to me, then took his mouth with mine. The need to claim him was too strong to deny. I rubbed my face against his, as if I could bathe him in my scent, warning everyone he was mine and to stay away. “Okay, that was hot. Hold that thought until I get back.” I tried to smile but couldn’t. “I love you,” Cyrus said, and the ball in my chest loosened. “I love you too.” I could live off the smile he gave me in return.
