When I can finally think straight again—and walk in a straight line without wobbling like a newborn giraffe—I turn on Caden’s knee and straddle him with the goofiest grin on my face.
He rolls his eyes at me, which is rich considering he’s still breathless and marked up like a damn love-bitten chew toy.
“Okay, it’s hilarious,” he says, smirking despite himself. “But I’m still going to kill them.”
I chuckle and trace my fingers along the fading black letters on his forehead. “You’ll have to stand in line. May said she gets first blood.”
He groans as I lean down to kiss him, and then try to move off his lap—but his hands clamp around my waist.
“Uh-uh. Nope. You’re not going anywhere.”
“Caden,” I whine, squirming, “I need to pee.”
He sighs like I’ve just asked him to sacrifice a limb, b
