“But there was one issue,” he said, his fingers toying with the thin strap of my dress. “And what was that?” He brushed his nose over my neck, making me catch my breath, and said, “I wanted everyone to know you were mine, and we haven’t had that talk yet.” “Oh,” was all I could manage to say with his lips trailing kisses and nips down my neck. “Any objections?” “None.” To anything he was doing. “None at all.”
