CHAPTER 69
RIPPER'S POINT OF VIEW.
Theo didn’t hesitate. His jacket hit my couch first. Then his fingers were at his belt—quick and careless, metal clinking before his trousers slid down his legs and pooled at his feet.
He then slid off it. Such an impatient bastard!
I also couldn't wait, so I caught his tie, twisting it around my fist; I yanked him forward, and he crashed into my chest, the impact knocking a breath from both of us.
We froze there, his hands braced against me while my grip tightened around his throat, our eyes locking.
For a heartbeat, the world narrowed to that familiar stare—too beautiful but also filled with adoration. It dragged memories up, whether I wanted them or not.
My thoughts wandered back to that day at the club.
Dim, multicolored lights, loud music—and
