Page 41 of Wedlocked

She giggled quietly, and my heart pinched.

“I love you.” My voice was suddenly hoarse.

She pulled back enough so our noses could brush. “I love you too.”

Grabbing her head, I held her tight. “Don’t ever do that to me again.”

“I just heard that little boy cry out and had to help. We were the closest to him.”

“You should have let me go.”

“I weigh less than you.”

“And the ice still broke.”

“But the boy is safe.”

I jerked back. “You think I give a damn about that kid?”

Her eyes widened, and then she tilted her head. “Yes, I do. Because that’s the kind of man you are.”

“You give me too much credit, shrimp. The only person I care about is you.”

“So why is tonight only DIY night?”

“What?” I asked, baffled.

Her lips curled upward. Her cheeks were nice and rosy. Steam rose around us. My dick started to perk up.

“If you only care about me, then tonight wouldn’t be do-it-yourself night. Every night would be that.”

“It’s just a saying.”

“One you mean,” she emphasized.

“They’re our friends.”

“And you love them.” She goaded me.

“What’s your point?” I asked, surly.

Her arms twisted around me. “That you care about more than me.”

“But you most.”

“Well, I care about you most too.”

Who’s the man? It’s me. She said so.

I leaned my head back again, gazing up at the stars peppering the black night. You could see so many of them out here.

“Ryan.”

“I’m gonna marry you someday.” I lifted my head to look into her beautiful eyes. “You know that, right?”

She sighed, her eyes glimmering in the light. “I know.”

“So do me a favor, huh? Could you have some sense of self-preservation? For me?”