by S. Cook
“I’m not.”
“You’re not what?”
“I’m not saying it just because you’re saying it. I’m saying it because I love you.”
He opened his eyes. “Are you being serious, right now?”
I pressed my lips together. “Very serious.”
For a moment, he just looked at me. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t touch me. Didn’t even seem to breathe.
Then he rolled me over, his body pressing into mine. “Thank God,” he breathed. “I was thinking I’d broken that guy’s nose all for nothing.”
My hands began unbuttoning his shirt. “That was pretty hot.”
He nuzzled my nose with his. “I didn’t know violence turned you on so much.”
“Didn’t you know girls love it when guys fight over them?”
He smiled. “I’d fight for you any day, sweetie.”
“Why thank you. But one broken nose is good enough for me. I prefer it if you didn’t beat up any other men.”
He frowned. “From the way they throw themselves at you, I was prepared to put up more of a fight.”
“Men aren’t throwing themselves at me,” I argued.
“You’ve been on a hundred dates since I’ve known you.”
“I’ve been on two.”
He kissed me to shut me up. “That’s two more than I can handle.” He kissed me again, easing my knees apart as he did. “Promise me, no more dates.”
I was a bit breathless. “Except with you.”
“I’ll take that exception.”
I hugged him close.
“Only with you.”
*The End*
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