I lift a shoulder. "I mean, so long as that's all right with you."
He bursts out laughing. "Are you through?"
I think about it. "Yeah, I pretty much covered everything."
"Good." And he tugs me to him, and I don't even have time to cry out his name before his mouth is pressed against mine, hot and demanding and so deep it goes on and on, seeping deeper into my body. Keeping me warm. Keeping me safe.
"I love you," I say, when we break the kiss.
"I should get points for saying it first," he teases.
"Fine by me," I say casually. "I don't want points. I just want you."