But I don't care.
I like it.
I like his rough touch. I like his dirty mouth. I like the way he fucks me. I like the way he looks at me. I like the way he talks to me.
Hell, I just like him.
All of him.
And I can truly say that now that I've seen who he really is.
I am hungry for him. Starving for him.
And as I'm thinking this, I shatter completely, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash through me like a summer storm.
Through the sweet haze of my release, I feel him thrust up hard, once, twice, his body tensing beneath mine before he follows me into oblivion with a sound that's half curse, half prayer.
I collapse onto his chest, both of us breathing hard. His arms come around me, holding me close as the aftershocks ripple through us.
"Fuck," he says softly, pressing a kiss to my temple.
I laugh breathlessly. "Yeah."
We lie like that for a while, connected in every way possible. I trace idle patterns on arms, feeling his heartbeat gradually slow beneath my palm.
And now, I allow myself to drift…
Until I suddenly remember. "Oh, shit!”
"What?" he mumbles.
"We have dinner plans!”
He stiffens slightly beneath me. "What?"
"With Havoc and June," I explain. "At seven. She invited us when I was looking for you. I said yes, obviously.”
Legion moans. His hand coming up to stroke my hair. "I don't know, Savannah. I’m not sure it’s a good idea."
"Why not?"
"Because..." He pauses, seeming to search for words. "This is all happening too fast. You getting that tattoo, the vote, the leaked videos..."
I lift my head to look at him. "Are you ashamed of me?"
"What?No," he says immediately. "Never. I just—I don't want you getting pulled deeper into this life than you already are."
"I chose this," I remind him, touching the fresh tattoo on my wrist. It's still tender, the skin around it red and slightly swollen. "I choseyou. And that means… playing the good little woman."
One of his eyebrows rises up to the ceiling. "Good little woman?"
"Oh, my god, Legion. Did you see that June? She's like Betty fuckin' Crocker had a baby with Jesse James."
Legion laughs. "Yeah, June is somethin' else, all right. She's military too. Her aim puts mine to shame."
"Well," I say, "I like her style. Apparently, they have kids?"
"Six," Legion deadpans.
