nd kiss him.
I just lie on top of him, catching my breath. He
smoothes my hair, and his hand runs down my back,
caressing me as his breathing calms.
“You are so beautiful.”
I lift my head to gaze at him, my expression skeptical.
He frowns in response and sits up quickly, taking me by
surprise, his arm sweeping round to hold me in place. I
clutch his biceps as we are nose to nose.
“You. Are. Beautiful,” he says again, his tone
emphatic.
“And you’re amazingly sweet sometimes.” I kiss him
gently.
He lifts me and eases out of me. I wince as he does.
Leaning forward, he kisses me softly.
“You ha一ve no idea how attractive you are, do you?”
I flush. Why’s he going on about this?
“All those boys pursuing you—that isn’t enough of a
clue?”
“Boys? What boys?”
“You want the list?” Christian frowns. “The
photographer, he’s crazy about you, that boy in the
hardware store, your roommate’s older brother. Your
boss,” he adds bitterly.
“Oh, Christian, that’s just not true.”
“Trust me. They want you. They want what’s mine.”
He pulls me against him, and I lift my arms to his
shoulders, my hands in his hair, regarding him with
amusement.
“Mine,” he repeats, his eyes glowing possessively.
“Yes, yours.” I reassure him, smiling. He looks
mollified, and I feel perfectly comfortable naked in his lap
on a bed in the full light of a Saturday afternoon. Who
would ha一ve thought? The lipstick marks remain on his
would ha一ve thought? The lipstick marks remain on his
exquisite body. I note some smears on the duvet cover
though, and wonder briefly what Mrs. Jones will make of
them.
“The line is still intact,” I murmur and bra一vely trace the
mark on his shoulder with my index finger. He stiffens,
blinking suddenly. “I want to go exploring.”
He regards me skeptically.
“The apartment?”
“No. I was thinking of the treasure map that we’ve
drawn on you.” My fingers itch to touch him.
His eyebrows lift in surprise, and he blinks with
uncertainty. I rub my nose against his.
“And what would that entail exactl
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