Chapter 15Not Mr. and Mr. Wentworth
“No, Eli.”
Still down on one knee, I shook my head and turned my palms upward. “No?”
The snow clouds had cleared by lunchtime. The sun that shone now came in through a vertical sundial of sorts at Casey’s window, creating an orange diagonal line across Johnny’s beautiful naked body. Instead of a happy image, I was reminded of the general prohibition sign, the interdictory circle, the circle with a big, red s***h.
No entry!
Stay out!
Access denied!
Johnny stroked my earlobe, then signed, “Was I that good my first time that I made you want to marry me?”
I took his hand just for a moment. “You were. It was perfect.”
“Good.” When he touched my chin, I felt wetness and a jolt from the aroma of our intimacy. “Then please get up.”
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