Normally, Dominic would laugh at his cheeky response, but at the moment, laughing was the last thing on his mind. “Did you like it?” “Um,” Sammy said. “It was good, I guess.” “As good as when I kiss you?” What the fuck are you doing? a voice growled at the back of his mind, but Dominic was beyond being reasonable. He wanted to hear Sammy—his Sammy, dammit—confirm that he was his, Dominic’s, and no one else’s.
