"I should probably apologize for that ambush and tell you that you don't have to go to any of these things." He jerked me closer. "I should but I won't." "Why not?" He dipped his head to my neck, his beard rasping against my skin and drawing a slight squeak from me. "Because I want you there. I shouldn't. It's not fair to you because my mother will obviously get carried away. But I want you. There."
