He sighed. “Do you want me to tell them—”
“No.” I took another towel and rubbed it over my hair. “I know you would, and I love you for it, but I’d never ask you to do something like that.” I dropped the towel, tossed aside the one he was holding, and pulled him into my arms. “Besides, we agreed that it was our business alone. No one else needs to know how you survived for all those years.”
“I love you, Wills. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” He kissed me, just a soft brush of lips against lips. Then he stepped back. “You’d better get dressed, or they’ll think I’m having my wicked way with you.”
“You know I’m game.”
“I know.” He handed me a pair of boxers, waiting until I’d pulled them on over my hips before giving me a pair of sweat pants. “But not now. You have too muc
