And so fucking lovable that I kiss him again.
He’s too numb to kiss me back but it’s okay. I’m content to lick his parted lips, suck on them, tangle my tongue with his, all on my own.
Until he wakes up.
With a growl.
That sounds and tastes so sweet.
As sweet as his thick, almost slurred words. “You will.”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I nod. “Uh-huh.”
He still isn’t over his shock as he prods, “I have you.”