“There’s nothing else. Just you and me. That’s it, and that’s all that fucking matters.” His throat is pulled tight, and I lean down, licking the corded muscle of his neck and groaning from the salty taste of his skin. “You and me, Ry.” “Bell and Bailey.” His voice is thick with lust, and I nod, nipping at his jaw before diving back into a heated kiss. “Bailey and Bell.”
