He said it like a simple fact.Like gravity.Like something no one could argue with.
“So we’re…” I started.
But Prime was already rolling out of bed, stretched again, and headed into the bathroom.He shut the door lightly behind him.
I stared at the ceiling with the blanket pulled up to my chin and tried to figure out what the end of that sentence should have been.
So we’re what?Together?Something?Everything?
The bathroom door pushed open a minute later.
Prime came back out naked, drying his face with a towel, completely unbothered by gravity or dignity or the effect his body had on my brain.
I swallowed hard.
He glanced over at me.“We’re what?”
I stared.
At all of him.
Every inch.
And then the towel in his hand hit the floor, and I lost any remaining brain function.
“Huh?”I croaked.
He chuckled deep, and the warm sound vibrated through the room.“You started saying something, babe.What was it?”
“Oh,” I said and pulled the blanket tighter around me, “uh… I was just making… I mean, I wanted… I just…” I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to get my brain to work.“We are a we?”I couldn’t think with Prime standing there naked.
His chuckle got even deeper.“Was that French?”
I cracked one eye open.“I’m asking for some clarification,” I muttered.“You and I… became a we?”
Prime walked toward the bed and leaned down over me until our lips were a breath apart.
His voice dropped.“I’ll make it easy for you, babe.”
Then he kissed me slow, sure, and claiming.
He pulled back just enough to whisper, “Yes.”
My breath caught.“Okay.”
“Okay,” he repeated, his eyes dark and warm.
We weren’t dancing around anything anymore.No wondering.No holding back.No almost.
Just… yes.
He pushed off the bed.“Property of Prime, babe.”
It was crazy, but I liked that.I liked belonging to Prime.
“We should probably get going.Pearl’s gonna burst in here if we don’t show up for breakfast soon.”
He turned toward his dresser, and I watched the muscles shift in his back.
