I let out a low hum, still half-lost in her body and pretty face.
“Hmmm? What is it?”
Payton shifted, her eyes sparkling with that soft, curious light that always made my chest tighten. She smiled, tracing lazy circles on the back of my hand. “Tell me one sweet and sad thing about your life.”
“What?”
Oh, for f**k’s sake. This was exactly what I hated—women digging into s**t that didn’t matter when we were supposed to be f*****g. This was why I ran from relationships. One innocent question and suddenly we’re unpacking your entire childhood like some damn therapy session.
“Payton, please,” I said, my mood flipping in an instant. I turned my face away, jaw tight. “Stop. I don’t want us to go there.”
“Come on, Teddy,” she cooed, squeezing my hands tighter and swinging them playfully bet
