“Come back to me,” he whispered, repeating my earlier plea. “I can only be jealous for so long, Raven.” My head lifted to peer up at him. “You don’t even know me.” He pressed his lips gently against mine. “I’ve had to watch men touch you all night, make you laugh, while I’ve been clamoring for your attention all day.” Another soft kiss. “And I do know you, Raven.”
