She turns, giving me her back as she fiddles with the keys again. I step closer to her until we are only inches apart.

“How big?” she whispers, not looking up and not turning around.

“Very big,” I say, my breath against her gorgeous auburn locks. “I’m sure you have something that can hold me, though. Right?”

She nods her head just slightly, and I can hear the hitch in her breath.

“What do you have for me, Tessa?” I press ...