“What do you need, Raven?” “What you gave me so spectacularly. Love.” He shrugged. Plain and simple. I helplessly kissed his cheek. “Was that a move?” he asked when I pulled back, his eyes glassy and gleeful. “It wasn’t a move,” I swore, with big innocent eyes. “’Cause it felt like a move.” “But it wasn’t—” “And you promised me the next move—” “And you have it.” “I do?” His eyes thinned. “It’s all yours, sweetheart.”
