Irresistible Fantasies (A Steamy Collection)
I hear myself ask.
Cassian looks at me. Really looks, the way he did when we first started dating, like he's trying to map my interior from the outside. "Do you want to?"
"I don't know," I say.
We don't decide. Not then. We finish the meal, we walk the promenade deck where the wind whips my hair into tangles, we return to our cabin and make love with the balcony door open, the sound of the ocean swallowing my noises.
After, Cassian traces patterns on my hip, and I stare at the ceiling, counting the recessed lights.