I hate him for that too.
“Make me promises,” I say.
He blinks.
“What?”
“You heard me. I want every pleading promise you have, papi. Let’s see if the road captain can find his way through accountability.”
His mouth almost smiles.
Then he sees my face and sobers.
“I promise no more half-truths because I think I’m sparing you.”
“Good.”
“I promise Cherry doesn’t get private access to me. Not call, not text, not a hallway where grief can pretend it is still owed my body.”
My chest aches.
“That’s good.”
“I promise if there is danger around you, I tell you enough to choose. I don’t lock you down without you understanding.”
“Agreeing.”
“Okay, agreeing.”
“Keep going.”
“I promise I will not touch you when you say no, and I will not pretend not touching you makes me less obsessed.”
He smiles.
Heat rolls through me.
“Keep going.”
His voice drops. “I promise I will stand where you put me, even if every part of me wants to drag the world away from you with my teeth.”
My thighs press together.
He notices.
Of course he does.
“I promise I will make you cum every time I get the chance.”
“Careful. That one sounds fun.”
“It will be.”
I laugh once, shaky.
His gaze drops to my lips.
I should stop.
