“How come you always taste like peppermint?” He pushes one of the spherical candies between his teeth—just like the one he’d transferred to my mouth when he first showed up weeks ago. “Is that some sort of oral fixation?” “No.” His voice dips an octave, smoothing over me like satin, and he leans in, pressing his lips to my neck. As he drags his tongue up, alternating between suckling and licking his way to my jaw, he inhales deeply. “It’s a Riley fixation.”
