“We’re definitely more than that, Ray. You know that. You’re just scared to admit it.”
“Then how more are we?” I ask, tilting my mouth closer to his. “Are we the kind of more that spends days and nights together? Living under the same roof but seeing other people when we want to?”
His fingers slip into the back of my hair, gripping tight. “No. f*****g. Way,” he growls against my lips, and then he devours them.
I gasp into him, arms curling around his back, kissing him back with everything I have, like I might drown if I don’t.
“Ray,” he whispers, breaking the kiss but keeping me pressed against him. His breath is hot and fast. “Ray.” He repeats it like a prayer.
“You and I are completely and utterly exclusive,” he says, something fierce in his voice makes me go weak just listening to
