“Oh.” Elliot chewed his bottom lip. Win’s pulse spiked, recalling its soft plumpness. “So you want to stop seeing each other?” “I don’t remember saying that.” “So what the hell are you saying?” Elliot tried to shift around to face him, but the seat belt impeded him, and with a grunt of frustration, he unclipped it. “What do you want?” Disregarding all the voices in his head shouting at him to slow down, Win grasped Elliot by the shoulder. “You. I want you.” At the touch of Elliot’s lips, Win pulled him close. “Just you.”
