“You heard me,” he replied. “I call bullshit. What we have goes way deeper than sex and you know it.” He stood and walked around the counter to stand next to her. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “If this was just sex then your pulse wouldn’t speed up when I get close to you. Your breath wouldn’t hitch when I brush against you. Your eyes wouldn’t seek me out whenever I walk into the room and you wouldn’t feel the need to touch me in public, to brand me, to mark me as ...