The recessed light above us catches on the dainty gold bracelet around my wrist—the one I insisted had to stay on for the performance. The diamonds sparkle just so, highlighting the constellation pattern, and I gasp. “Oh my God. It’s Orion’s belt.” He grunts, and a puff of air escapes his lips. “Took you long enough.” “You’re so sneaky,” I tell him, gasping when his nails dig into the flesh of my thigh. “I know—” I cut him off with a kiss, wanting his mouth on mine.
