Allissa

My buttons were already going. He worked them loose with that maddening patience of his, mouth traveling my throat, and when the dress finally hit the floor he stepped back to look, the way he always does, like the view is new every single time.

“Gods, look at you.”

“You saw me this morning during the shower.”

“I will look again tonight.” His eyes came up to mine, already going black. “And tomorrow. And every day I can steal a moment, and every year for eternity, so get ...