The garage lights hummed overhead like they were in on our secret.
Colossus still had me perched on the workbench, his big hands framing my hips like he was afraid I’d vanish if he let go. My legs dangled on either side of him, boots brushing his thighs. The kiss we’d just shared still buzzed on my lips — deep, hungry, and so damn human it made my chest feel too small.
He rested his forehead against mine, breathing like he’d just run a marathon. “You’re trouble, Lena Voss,” he muttered, but there was a smile in his voice. A real one. The kind that crinkled the corners of his gray eyes and made the scar on his collarbone look less like a warning and more like a story I wanted to hear every night.
“Trouble’s my middle name,” I teased, tracing the edge of his cut with one finger. “Right af
