“Don’t fight it,” she says, her voice soft as she soothes him through the invasion. “Let him in.” Wick takes a deep breath, giving me room to take another inch. “He’s big, isn’t he?” “Not as big as me,” he says, even though I can feel how tightly strung he is. “But he’ll do.” Scoffing, I slide in deeper, satisfied when he drops his head into the curve of her neck. “Oh,” he mutters, a tremor going through him, “goddamn.”
