I AM ALL YOURS

And then he crushes me to him, burying his head in my neck as he hugs me and breathes. Like he’s relieved. Like it’s not just pride or logic that’s making him possessive. Like he cares.

I stand there, stroking his hair.

When he does speak, his voice is gruff. “So there’s no one else?”

“I’m all yours,” I try to joke. But he doesn’t laugh. Maybe because there’s too much truth in my words. Maybe because there’s too much relief in his touch.

He starts to release me, reluctantly. “If you don’t want...we should...”

I rise up on my tiptoes and kiss him. I know what he’s going to say, but he’s driven all logic from my brain with his touch, his mouth, his scent. I crave him, and I’m rapidly losing my will to walk away.

He kisses me back, like an alcoholic who’s been offered one last drink. His hands are so tight on my hips, I wonder if I’ll bruise. If I’ll walk around all week with the marks of Nathan’s desire on my skin.

I’m dizzy with want when Nathan finally shoves me away. He sinks back on