“Stay.” The word is so quiet it’s practically inaudible. “Say it again, Sunshine. Nice and loud, so we’re both clear that you want me here.” “Don’t be a dick,” she says, her fingers tightening in my hair and holding me in place when I try to step away. “I’m not being a dick,” I assure her, as I wrap my hand around the back of her neck while my thumb strokes the space where her jaw meets her ear. “I want to make sure that there’s no miscommunication at all. Because once is an accident, but if I stay here with you again tonight, it’s not an accident, and it’s not a mistake. It’s a choice.”
