“Best first kiss ever,” I whisper, smiling nervously. I don’t know why I said that except that he makes me feel comfortable to say pretty much anything. Some deep, gravelly noise bubbles up from Griz’s chest as he tips his head back and takes a deep breath. “Fuck, Monty. You have no idea what that does to me,” he groans almost painfully. “What?” I ask, genuinely confused. “Knowing I’m the only one to touch you like this. To see you all disheveled, your lips bruised, your eyes glossed over. It’ll only ever be me, darlin’. You understand that, right? There’s no going back now. You’re mine.”
