“What’s your name?” I murmur, my lips grazing the outer shell. A shiver ripples through her as she inhales sharply and rolls her shoulders. She shifts away from me enough to lift her arms, hooking her wrists behind my neck. Her hands slide along my nape, her fingertips plunging through my hair. “Andi,” she breathes, as her hooded gaze locks on mine. “What’s yours?” “Ford,” I murmur, realizing I gave her my last name. “Carson.” She raises an eyebrow. “Which is it? Ford or Carson?” A chuckle vibrates in my chest. “Carson Ford, actually, but you can call me whatever you want.”
