“Drake, my Love, I didn’t whisper something into your ear ...”
She realized what I meant, what part of our story I was referring to.
Love had told me about the man passing her table at the coffee shop, but I’d replied to that conversation and told her what I would have done if it were me who had walked by.
“Mr.Boston ...” A flush crossed her cheeks. “I’m afraid to know what those words would be.”
My lips hovered above her ear, and I said, “Don’t be.”
There were several things that would make her smile.
But I whispered the words that would also make her wet. “I’m going to make you scream so loud tonight.”