“Ramsey,” I managed to sound out, in a breathless whimper that made him groan. “Yeah, Champ?” He stopped moving to give me his attention, and I lifted my hands to cup his face. “You can’t keep saying these kinds of things… doing me like this… unless you’re prepared for me to never leave you alone. Waiting in your bushes and shit.” “I don’t have any bushes, baby,” he grinned. I lifted my shoulders. “Then… in your shower. In your cabinets.”
