“During the day, it’s business as usual. Chores. Sunday supper. Just friends.” “I can do that,” I assured with a nod and the tiniest movement of my hips. “Nights are mine.” Evan paused as his eyes drank me in. His wide palm delicately wrapped around the column of my throat. My pulse hammered beneath it. “You,” he whispered as his head bent forward to nip my ear, “are mine.”
