Someone checked their phone.
Someone got dressed.
Someone found an excuse to leave.
Not Rand.
He's holding me like he's perfectly content to spend the next hundred years exactly where we are.
Then again, I've never actually had mind-blowing, life-altering sex before either.
“Well,” Rand rumbles, his chest vibrating beneath my cheek, “get ready, Honey, because you'll be having a lot of it from now on.”
I freeze.
Slowly.
Very slowly.
I lift my head.
His expression changes immediately.
“What?”
“Did...”
I blink.
“...did you just read my mind?”
He winces.
“Um...”
His ears actually turn pink.
“Yeah.”
I stare.
“I think I did.”
“You...”
Another blink.
“...read...”
I point at my own forehead.
“...my thoughts?”
“I think only because you were projecting,” Rand replies quickly.
Now he looks worried.
Actually worried.
