More real.
“And you are?” I challenged.
His mouth curved slightly, but there was no amusement in it.
“No.”
Something in my chest tightened again.
I shifted slightly, my hand moving higher, tracing the line of his shoulder, his neck. Feeling the subtle tension there, the strength coiled just beneath the surface.
“You said you’re not finished with me,” I said.
“Yes.”
“That sounds like ownership.”
“It’s not.”
“Then what is it?”
His eyes held mine.
“Intention.”
The word settled between us.
“And what does that intention lead to?” I asked quietly.
His gaze dropped briefly to my mouth, then back to my eyes.
“We’ll find out.”
The ambiguity should have unsettled me.
Before, it would have.
Now—
Now, it felt like something else.
Like standing at the edge of something I didn’t fully understand … and choosing not to step back.
I shifted closer again, my body aligning more fully with his, my leg sliding between his, my hand still resting at the back of his neck.
“You’re very certain,” I said.
“Yes.”
“About everything?”
“No.”
That caught me off guard.
I searched his face. “What aren’t you certain about?”
A pause.
