“And I’m going to tell her I’m done. I’m leaving. I quit.”
His lips crashed into mine with a ferocity I never believed possible. They stoke a fire deep in the pit of my belly with each hard and forceful movement across mine.
“Does this mean you forgive me?”
I nodded against him. “I do.”
“I don’t know how you do, but I’m… God.” He kissed me again. “I’m the luckiest bastard.”
“I know,” I mumbled.
He buried his face into my hair and took a deep breath. “You’re incredible, you know that? I am so very, very lucky to have you.” He pressed his lips to my collarbone, and the words tumbled
