“You can’t keep doing this to me, Bishop. You can’t keep being so hot and cold. You can’t keep things to yourself or make decisions on your own that concern me as well, because you will lose me if you do. You’ll lose whatever this is or could be,” I mumbled against his lips. “I know, sweetheart. I know, and I—” It felt like he’d reached in and stolen the air from my lungs. “Wait…” I said, interrupting him. “Say it again.” “I know?” “No, the other thing.” Bishop paused, lip quirking up. “You like that, huh?”
