“Stop.” He kissed my shoulder. “It’s okay to be upset. And she wouldn’t have…been disappointed in you, I mean.” “You never knew her.” He dropped his forehead between my shoulder blades and whispered, “But I know you,” before his arms dropped away. He closed and locked the door. “Come on, Rams. Let’s go back to bed. Maybe in the morning, I’ll let you fuck me again.” “Who said I want to?” I teased, but we both knew I did. Garrett took my hand, and I followed him up.
