“Well, you did practically drag me out of the production team meeting by the hair,” I say, allowing a teasing note into my voice. “I didn’t.” “I mean… it was a little growly, mine, claim-y.” “Do you want to be someone else’s?” he asks softly, drawing me to him in inches until the tips of our toes touch and I’m too close to see or smell or consider anyone but the man in front of me.
