“But I need energy,” I said, absolutely shameless, “to talk to my people and go back out there.”
She rolled her eyes. “Maximus, behave—”
I didn’t.
I pinned her gently against the shower wall, water running over both of us in hot streams. Her breath hitched. I lowered my head, letting a slow smirk pull at my lips.
One that always made her melt.
I leaned closer, lips brushing her ear.
“Yeah,” I whispered, “the war just ended.”
My hand slid down her thigh.
“And our forever just began.”
She lost the ability to speak. I could see it in her eyes—the way her pupils blew wide, the way her lips parted helplessly.
Before she could scold me again, I crashed my mouth onto hers.
The kiss was hungry and slow at the same time. Like I was rediscovering her. Like I had been starved for years and
