“And just so we’re clear,” he murmurs, his teeth scraping over his lip, “I paid Grayson to use his bedroom like a motel for nothing?” A laugh bursts free. “Yeah, I guess you did.” “Unbelievable.” “So you’ve said once or twice,” I tell him, cocking my head to the side. “I also vividly remember you saying it was bold of me to assume I could make you happy.” One of those sinful laughs leaves him. “How long are you planning to hold that over my head?” I can’t help my smile when I lean in and whisper against his lips. “The rest of our lives, baby.”
