“I need to hear your words.” Colton’s gravelly voice whispered in my ear, “Do you trust me?” I leant back into him, my face turning to seek him out. “Yes.” He held me tighter and asked, “Do you want me?” I’d never wanted anyone in my whole damn life more than I wanted him in that moment. “Yes.” I took a moment, and clinging to the last little bit of pride I had, I said, “I still hate you, though.” “That’s okay.” I could hear the playfulness in his voice. “You don’t have to like me to fuck me.” “Don’t keep me waiting then.”
