‘You did?’
‘I did.’ He kissed my collarbone. ‘Since we’re confessing things…’
‘Yes?’
‘I only owned one flannel shirt but I lent it to you that time after you were shot and all I could think of was you wearing it. So I bought fifteen more.’
I burst out laughing. ‘Really? Fifteen?’
‘Fifteen. For you.’
I was still giggling. ‘I’ll wear your shirt for you later,’ I vowed. ‘But first you promised me some distraction.’
‘I’m on it,’ he said mildly, snaking down my body. ‘Get ready to see stars,’ he purred.
Oh boy.
The End… For now!