Ford’s POV
“I think I love you.”
Livia’s words, said in that breathy voice, causes me to freeze.
I’m still inside her, the gondola still moving slowly. Her eyes are half-closed, like she’s about to doze off. But when she uttered those words, her eyelids fly open and she suddenly stiffens.
“I think I love your… the way you make me c*m,” she hastily edits, pulling herself from me and yanking her straps into place. “We should get dressed. The ride might stop any minute.”
“That wasn’t what you said to me,” I say, pulling up my jeans and tucking myself back in. “That’s not what I heard—”
“Stop!” Livia’s face is burning red. She makes it even redder when she buries it in her palms. “Stop it. I misspoke. It’s embarrassing. You’re probably freaked out right now because a girl told you she
