"Huh," I huffed.
Sacha dipped his mouth to mine, wrapping a flexed arm around me to pull us chest to chest. "You didn't know that you're my girl?" He pressed a long, lingering kiss on my lips.
I kissed him back, trying to leave a similar impression on him. "I didn't get the memo."
"You didn't?" he asked in a teasing voice. When I shook my head, he pressed his lips to the corner of my mouth. "You are."
"I am?"
He nodded. "Yup."
"So you're my Sassy?" I asked against his neck, brushing my mouth over the smooth skin right by his shoulder.
Sacha groaned when I kissed him there. "All yours," he clarified in a husky voice.
“Good.”
“I think so.”
I grinned at him and he grinned right back.
His index finger inched up to trace the shell of my ear. “I heard Sam was flirting with you all night.”
My eyes were too busy being closed in response to his touch, to visibly take in whatever expression was on his face. “Was that Julian’s friend?” I asked in a low, almost dreamy voice as he planted a kiss alongside my hairline.
“Mhmm,” he replied, placing his lips in the same spot again.
“Then yes, he was.” It took way more self-control than it should have to pry an eyelid open and peek.
His reply was a grumble that reached all the way to my toes. “Too bad for him.”
It was just a flash flood of lips and more lips, hands on ribs and under T-shirts. He slanted his mouth over mine, brushing his tongue against me, over and over again. The hand I had on his hip, started to crawl under his T-shirt, smoothing over his hot skin and lean muscles.
Sacha’s hand kneaded my hip before inching its way up my shirt, his fingertips brushing the skin of my stomach. It was such an innocent gesture but it made me freeze. It reminded me of what I’d been putting off telling him.
Wonderful Sacha must have sensed the change in tension coursing through me because he stopped and pulled away just slightly. “Too much?”
God bless him. I leaned up enough so that I could kiss his collarbone, my heart racing because of our kisses but mainly because I was worried about telling him the truth. Realistically, I knew that chances were, he wouldn’t recoil in disgust or yell or anything dumb like that, but… the idea of sharing this small secret was still intimidating and a little scary. What if he did think it was weird? I was weird?
“I have something I need to tell you,” I blurted out before I could change my mind.
He smiled gently. “Okay.”
Okay? Well, all right. His fingertips brushed against the same bare spot on my stomach they’d been in when I’d freaked out. “I have breast implants.” And, I went for it. Just went right on in without knocking, damn it.
Not a single word or sound came out of him for possibly five seconds. Then all of a sudden he hummed and kissed me. “Okay.”
Another okay? That’s it? “They were asymmetrical. I had surgery,” I explained even though he hadn’t asked but I wanted him to know, to understand. Not that it mattered but…
That had him pulling back all of two inches to look me right in the eye. “That sucks, Princess.”
Uhh… Was I feeling let down that he wasn’t reacting differently? “That’s all you have to say?” I asked.
I could see him blink in the darkness of the bunk. “Yeah. I don’t care if you have them or not. I’m sorry you went through that. I’m sure it was tough,” he added, squeezing my hip.
And that was that. In that moment, I felt like I was relinquishing the rest of my life to this man. Gladly. Willingly. Effortlessly.
Neither one of us said anything after that for a long time.
