Jonah studies me for a few beats, the wicked intent in his eyes softening a touch. “I’m taking you away that weekend.” “Really?” My heart stutters, my pending doom pushed aside for a moment. “Where?” “It’s a surprise.” “But what if you get called into work?” Talk of drought is all that seems to be on the state news lately. “You’re more important to me than work, Calla,” he says evenly. My body feels lighter, more relaxed. I didn’t know how much I needed to hear Jonah say those words until just now. He hooks his index finger through the center of my panties and draws them the rest of the way
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