Saint:
I could feel Shay’s body tense as I moved closer, teasing her with the promise of breakfast but knowing damn well what I was really after. I had to admit, I liked this—getting to see that glint in her eyes, watching her fight me, even if it was all in fun. She was so damn stubborn, and I loved it.
"Come on, Shay," I whispered in her ear, letting my fingers lightly graze the sides of her ribs. "What do you want for breakfast?"
She shrugged, trying to act like she wasn’t interested. "I'm fine, Saint. Really."
I wasn’t buying it.
I knew exactly how I was going to get her to talk, and Shay wasn’t going to like it. A slow smile spread across my face as I moved my fingers just a little bit more. Her reaction was instant. She giggled, trying to pull away, but I didn’t let up.
"Saint
