“Can I be clingy?” “Aren’t you already?” He chuckles, cups the side of my neck, and leans down. God, how I missed the sound of that. “Not really but I’ll show you clingy.” “Oh yay. Just what I wanted,” I reply sarcastically. “Don’t pretend. Be honest with me. Admit you like me needy,” he gruffly says against my lips. “And while you’re at it, tell me whatever’s happening between us is staying strictly between us.”
