“I … um … of course I care if you die.” “Why?” he challenges. “Because you won’t have anyone to insult anymore?” Do I do this? Do I go ahead and try it and see what happens? What’s the worst that can happen, you embarrass yourself a little more? Give the poor man a break, Reyna. He’s not asking you to donate a kidney! I take a breath to steady my nerves. Then I reach up, thread my fingers into his hair, and say softly, “No. Because I won’t have this gorgeous face to look at anymore.” He licks his lips. His breathing goes ragged. And I swear to God, that monster dick between us just twitched.
