Kissing the Killer(142)

I giggled. “What do you mean?”

“That was just a warm up.”

I nestled my head against him. “Good.”

And I knew he wasn’t lying. I knew he was still starving and always would be. I knew I wanted him too, as much as he wanted me.

It was just like that now. Our monsters were behind us, far, far away.

It was just Easton now, close, always close, for as long as I wanted.