I leaned back and cocked an eyebrow, waiting for him to finish.
“Let’s ask him to be our boyfriend.”
A thrill shot up my spine. “Our boyfriend?”
Rip pushed me back against his desk lightly, leaning into me with his weight. “It doesn’t have to be right now,” he said. “We don’t have to rush it or move him in to our apartment or anything like that. But let’s give him something he can count on.”
“Us,” I said.
“That’s right,” he said. “Us.”
I leaned back on the desk, then wrapped my leg behind Rip’s, pulling him closer. “We’re a pretty damn special thing to get.”
Rip laughed and kissed my neck. “I think so, too.”
It felt right. It felt so right, in fact, that I couldn’t believe I hadn’t said it myself. Clark had changed my life in ways I was still learning to understand, and after a lifetime of only trusting one man—the man nibbling at my neck and sinking his fingers into my side—I realized that I was ready for something more.
I was ready for Clark.
