“God, you’re fucking beautiful.” “I was going for hot,” I say, my voice low and scraggy, my lips tipping up with a smile. “Yeah,” he says with a smile before moving closer. “Jaime, the door—” “I locked it already. Do you think I’d risk anyone else ever seeing what’s mine like this?” “You do get possessive.” A growl rumbles through him, and I can’t help but smile. He steps closer, and I put a hand between us, pressing on his chest to keep him from messing up my hard work. "Jaime Wilde, no. I just did my makeup!"
