“Of course he can. He’d be crazy to think you’re anything else.”
“Do I detect sarcasm there?”
“Probably.”
He leaned over the sofa and kissed me. “Your sarcasm sucks.”
“No, I suck,” I muttered, nipping his bottom lip.
“Good thing, too. We have an hour or so in a plane tomorrow. Since you denied me the last time we flew together, you can put your sucking to good use, can’t you?”
“A challenge?”
“A demand.”
“Far be it from me to deny you your demands.”
I followed Ivan onto the plane with a swirling in my stomach. I licked my lips several times, as if I can shift my focus from it. It didn’t work. I got the feeling that the half slice of toast I had that morning before we left wasn’t sitting well and will soon be ma