The tears rushed full force into my eyes again. “What if we don’t get a happy ending, Gus?” I whispered. He thought it over, his hands still sliding and tightening and pushing against me like they couldn’t sit still. His dark eyes homed in on mine. As I looked up at him, his gaze was doing the Sexy, Evil thing, but now it seemed less Sexy, Evil and more . . . just Gus. “Then maybe we should enjoy our Happy for Now,” Gus said. “Happy for Now.”
