And this time, I let her take what she wants.
Even if it kills me in the morning.
20
FAITH
Irun my fingers slowly over his chest, up the ridge of his sternum, toward his jaw. God, he’s solid. Real. And warm. And… still a mystery.
I’m dying to see his face.
“Wait. Okay. Can I ask you something?” I whisper.
“Anything,” he says, voice low and steady.
I hesitate—then blurt, “Are you married?”
He lets out a soft laugh. “No.”
“Girlfriend?”
“No.”
“STD?”
That gets a full chuckle. “No. Clean bill of health. I even got tested before I came to town.”
I blink. “Seriously?”
“Dead serious,” he says. “It’s been... a while since I’ve been with someone.”
Same here.
Something shifts in the air when he says that. My heart nudges forward, closer. His breath is warm against my ear.
“So what could the secret even be?” I ask softly.
He pauses.
“I’m going to tell you. It’s?—”
“No! Please. Just… let’s have this one night. This fantasy. Unless… you haven’t killed anyone?”
He laughs. “No murder.”
What could his secret be, anyway?
A wanted felon? A runaway prince?
My stomach flips.
God, that’s… kinda hot.
And maybe a little messed up.
But I don’t care. Not tonight.
“Then take me, Thor.”
