"Let me in," I murmured into her mouth, and she hesitated for a second before she let me. It felt like she was still trying to process all I just said.
My hand slid to the back of her head, my fingers threading into her hair, holding her exactly where I wanted her while my tongue pushed past her lips and took its time in there, exploring every corner of her mouth.
"I might have to go and find your taxi friend," I said against her mouth, feeling her body stiffen immediately against mine, her hands coming up to my chest. "Have a conversation with him about the kind of numbers he collects."
She pulled back. "Oceans—"
I held her head still and pushed my tongue back in before the protest could fully form, kissing her until I felt the tension in her shoulders give way by degrees, and her han
