“Calm down. I understand.”
“I don’t want you to leave.” I sobbed against his hair.
There. I had said it, without even realizing.
A low, animal growl rumbled in his chest and made my body tremble.
“I don’t want to leave,” he assured me, in a growling and confident murmur. “I’m not going to leave you.”
Hearing him say it was the best thing he could have done for me, I’m sure.
I kissed him again, calmly, and I searched for his hand to intertwine our fingers together. Though it cost me tremendously, I got up from his lap and gently pulled him, hoping he would understand the hint as I headed toward the stairs. The chocolate could wait for a better opportunity; I didn’t care if it cooled on the little table.
He understood, after all; his nose must be much wiser.
That night, I let him sle
