“I’m sure that the next time I’m naked in a shower with you, I will fuck you in there, Luna,” I tell her. “Very sure about that.” Her lips part. “Glad we nailed that down.” “Jesus wasn’t the only carpenter,” I say. Her smile hits her amber eyes. “You’re a carpenter with magical hands,” she tells me. “Keeping me alive is so very thoughtful of you.” “Would never let you die.”
