“Guilty,” he hums, voice slightly rough still as he leans in and kisses me again, tender and slow. “I can’t help it.”
“Good. You better not stop.”
“With you? I wouldn’t dream of it,” he teases, brushing his nose against mine in a soft touch. “You’ll have to push me off you before I willingly stop.”
A warm, fluttery feeling moves through my chest at that, and I slowly run my fingers through his hair. “And if I ask you to do it again tonight?”
His grin pulls, mischievous and more than willing. “Then I’ll ask you when to start.”
Liking the sound of that, I smile back at him. “I hope you’re prepared to be up all night.”
“For you, gladly.”
Without needing to second-guess it, I already know he means it, and that tonight won’t be for sleeping.
*****
THE END
