Ness
Three Weeks Later
I dodge Lagos’s hands as I try to get dressed—he’s like an octopus.
I push him back gently, but all it does is make him hold me tighter.
His mouth lands on my neck, and I whimper when his teeth sink into my skin.
We were supposed to have lunch together, but neither of us had touched a single bite of the food still sitting on the kitchen island.
"You’re going to be late," I whisper, threading my fingers through his blond hair.
"I can’t," he murmurs, nibbling his way up to my earlobe.
"Then move."
"I don’t want to," he growls.
I smile, and this time, he lets me push him back by the shoulders.
He huffs and shakes his head, stepping away a few inches.
"I’m going to be f*****g late."
"That’s what I’ve been saying for the past thirty minutes."
I pull on my sh
