“My mouthy little captive.” I wrap my arms around his back, shivering in delight at the feel of his big, strong body against mine. “Your wrinkled gray tissue someone left in their pocket too long.” “My stubborn fighter.” “Your homeless deer mouse with the tiny fang-like tusks.” “My world.” It’s said in a murmur as he gazes deep into my eyes with a look of adoration. I swallow, my heart beating faster. “Can I say something now?” “No.”
