She shrugs, leaving me standing there like a dumbass in the middle of the room as she makes a beeline for the bathroom.
I sprint down the hall and find her standing in front of the sink.
“I’ve been shitting myself for a week now!” I say, shaking the form in her face. “I’ve been freaking out about this—and all this time, you’d already decided?”
“Insane, right?”
“What if I hadn’t asked you to come?”
She waves her toothbrush in the air, thinking for a moment. “I would’ve come anyway.”
Our eyes meet in the mirror, and though I’m so happy I could burst, I like this little game we so often play.
“You’re a maniac, Hitman.”
“And that’s how you like me. Anyway—don’t forget Ineedyou to calm me the fuck down.” She eyes me. “I’d be a hot mess with you gone.”
“You would,” I murmur.
The pages go floating to the ground as I pull her back into my chest, slipping my hands under her tank.
“And you need your little outlet, too,” she says.
I feel her shudder beneath my hands.
There’s no hard edge to how she says it now. Because it’s true—sheismy outlet. And one I’m crazy about.
“Speaking of which…” I grind against her, making sure she feels every inch of me. “I could do with blowing off some steam.”
She laughs, bending over to rinse her mouth, and the sight of her like that drives me wild.
“It’swaytoo cold up here, anyway,” she continues, ignoring my fingers brushing against her waistband. “I need more beach in my life.”
“You done?”
“I could learn to roller blade!”
“Forget about Miami right now…”
“I could work on my tan. Get me a Sunshine State glow-up.”
“Shh.”
I kick the bathroom door shut, and she twists around to face me.
“You want me quiet? Make me.”
My gaze drifts down to her panties. “Time for me and Esposas to have a little quality time.”
“?‘Handcuffs’?” She shoots me a disgusted look. “?‘Handcuffs’ is what you’ve decided to call it?”
“I just think it has a nice ring to it.”
She bites her lip. “Maybe Ishouldstick around Sycamore Heights, after all.”
I keep her trapped there between my arms, nudging her thighs apart, pushing her panties to one side.
“Dream on, Hitman. We’re locked in now,” I say as I slip inside her. “Bound together for all eternity—and these handcuffs don’t have keys.”
