“Apparently you are.”
She nestled closer. Her breathing slowed. I thought she might be falling asleep.
But her body still hummed against mine. The relief bleeding into something warmer, something that wanted.
Her hand moved. Slid down my chest. Lower.
“Wren?”
“You nearly died.” Her voice was soft but steady. “And now you’re alive. And I want...” She looked up at me, and her eyes were dark, wanting. “For once in my life, I want to feel you choose this. Not because you’re dying. Because you want me.”
I was already hardening under her touch.
“I want you.” I rolled her onto her back, covered her body with mine, felt her legs part to make room for me. “I will choose you every time.”
Her smile was slow. Satisfied. Wicked.
“Then choose me again.”
