“Not yet, but soon I will, and when you finally stop being so damn stubborn and realize that your place is next to me, keep that shit in mind. Ain’t a damn soul that can take my eyes off something that I want.” He turned me around. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” My lips parted, and his lips were on mine again before my words could come out. He carried an uncanny spontaneity for what I’d assume someone like him would have. His affection was unstructured but always well-received. I couldn’t resist him, and by now, I was sure he knew that.
