Say it. Say it. “Lover,” she hesitated. A scream cut through the drywall as more people ran through. My focus didn’t move from her. “I could let you love me for one night,” she murmured, looking up at me through her thick lashes. The icy blue thawed to gentle steel, and with that, I was hers—even beyond tonight. I drew her face in, claiming her kisses as mine. And only mine. A throaty groan escaped at the thought of anyone else touching her, kissing her, loving her.
