Page 102 of Say My Name

I’m buried inside her, trying to understand how Elena knows a nickname I haven’t used in years.

“What did you call me?” My mind races, trying to connect the name from a decade ago to her, to this office.

“I was distracted.”

“Elena.”

Her eyes close. “This is not the best time to have this conversation.”

“You know that name.”

“I’ve heard it.”

“Where?”

She turns her face toward the covered wall. Color spreads down the side of her neck.

“At Cliff’s wedding,” she says.

I know exactly which video she means.

“You were a teenager.”

“Yes, Dominic. I’m aware.”

“Who told you?”

“No one. Some of the bridesmaids were watching a video on a phone, and I looked before I knew what it was.”

The video.

I close my eyes for one second. “You saw it.”

“A few seconds.”

“And you heard me.”

“Enough to know you really like hearing your name.”

I think of Elena flinching when Marcus nearly said the nickname and questioning our compatibility while knowing exactly what I looked like naked. Making her say my name—she’d understood exactly what it did to me.

She shifts under me. “Are you horrified?”

A slow smile spreads across my face. “Horrified? No. I’m wondering how long you’ve been thinking about it.”

I pull almost all the way out and slide back into her slowly.

Her lips part.

“That isn’t what I said.”

“You remembered the nickname.”

“It’s hard to forget.”

I thrust deeper. “You remembered what I like.”

“You were very clear in the video.”