“Indy, it’s late.” “Ryan—” “I should go to bed.” Her voice is a low rasp, the whisper sending goosebumps over my skin. “Please don’t.” Oh, fuck me with that gentle plea, those begging eyes. Indy sweeps her tongue across her bottom lip and my attention is glued to it. Glistening pink, pouty and what I can only imagine as pillow soft. “Ry.” Clearing my throat, I stand from the couch and untangle our bodies in the process. “Good night, Blue.”
