“I’m selfish to ask this, but the bar closes in an hour. Can you wait for me?” “Of course, Cal. You’re worth waiting for.” Somehow, those words felt deeper than surface value. The intonation of her voice, the way her gaze heated at me. I kissed her forehead and forced myself to take a step back. The last thing I wanted to do was stop touching her, but I was at work. “One hour, then you’re mine.”
