“Should I time how long it takes you?” she asks, the tease so obvious in her voice that I can’t help but grin like a fool. “Go for it, gorgeous. Maybe we should take bets.” She hums, pushing her fingers a bit harder into my sternum. I lean forward, encouraging her to keep going. Shove them deep, Rory. Wrap them around my heart and feel how fast it beats in your company. “Bets are dangerous,” she muses. “The best things are.”
