He doesn’t move and I wonder if maybe I made him wait so long that he doesn’t want to anymore, so I add, “If that’s still what you want.” His brows lift almost comically. “Princess, I’ve been dreaming of fucking you since the first time I saw you in that frilly pink dress and white shoes.” “Really?” He looks me straight in the eye and there’s no hint of teasing or bluffing when he says, “Really, Avery. That day and every day since.”
