Chapter Thirteen
Theo
The night air stung. It wasn't cold, just suffocating. Painful. Stephanie wrapped herself around my arm, fingers still twined with mine, and sighed as we stared at the empty curb. “Limo's gone, I see. Guess we're walking.”
“I could carry you if you'd like.” Forever.
She chuckled. “You're sweet. I'll live.”
I chewed my lip. How I wished those words were true.
“So,” she drew the word out and bumped my side with her elbow. “Great One, huh?”
I shuddered, heat storming my body. From her lips, it was a siren's call, praise of the highest order, even though I know it wasn't meant that way. However, my reaction wasn't missed.
“Oh ho, you like that!” She poked my side that time, making it jump. “Well, I'll just stick that in my back pocket.”
“I prefer not to be called
