"Show me."
Two words.
Quiet and certain and carrying the full weight of everything that had been unsaid between us since the gathering, since the dinner table, since three in the morning when he had stood on the other side of my door with his palm against the wood and said that was my choice, not yours.
I stood in the middle of his study and looked at him and felt the mark at my neck respond to his voice the way it had responded every single time, with that low blazing warmth that started at the place where his mouth had pressed against my skin in the dark and radiated outward through my whole body like something that had been waiting for permission to be felt fully.
I thought about saying no.
I had said no to very few things in my life. Gerald had trained that out of me early, the pa
