“Hey,” he said, slipping a finger through the tie of my robe and using it to drag me forward. I gazed up at him, my nerves and desire competing for dominance. “Yeah?” “You know I love you, right?” he said. I smiled. “I know. And I love you, too.” He nodded. “Good. Keep that in mind, because you might start thinking you hate me halfway through this.” What the—
