“I could slip.” His tone was thoughtful. “If you’re going to have a lapse in control, I can think of a better place for it.” I reached for his face, trying to pull myself up to kiss him. His arms held me tighter, restraining. He sighed. “Must I always be the responsible one?” I grinned in the darkness. “No. Let me be in charge of responsibility for a few minutes… or hours.”
