I ran his lower lip between my teeth. “What should we do with the rest of our night? How should we celebrate?” “I’m tired, to be honest,” he said, raising his head to graze his soft lips up and down my stubbled chin. “Someone kept me up all night?” “Well then, will you let me bathe you, take you to my bed and massage some fading cream into your bruises, and then hold you?” “Do you really need to ask?” he said, stealing a kiss.
