“I would have fewer regrets this time,” she says as she lets her head fall against my neck, peacefully. “I hated the thought of dying without ever kissing you.” “I hate the thought of you dying at all,” I tell her quietly. “So don’t do that. Besides—there are a lot of other things I’d like to do with you, other than kissing. You’ll need to be alive for all of that.” “Only if you take off those damn sweatpants,” she whispers hotly making my cock swell and throb for her.
