“So I force myself to pull back. When I look down at Jamie, his eyes are glazed with lust, and his lips are swollen and red. I make the sign for “time out.” He tips his head back into the pillow and sighs, and I can’t help dipping down to kiss his exposed throat. I love you. The words are always right there on the tip of my naughty tongue. I swallow them back like I need to and say something much more practical instead.”
