He groans, trailing his nose up my cheekbone, bringing his lips to my ear. “Tell me...” he whispers. My fingernails dig into his forearms. “If you’re mine…” “I am.” He squeezes my ass, pulling me even closer. “Then I’ll always fight for you.” He pulls back and looks into my eyes, revealing the truth in his as well. He nods. I nod. We’re on the same page.
