Chapter 219 Flame Tame Ch6

• After the counter, they drift.He lifts her off the marble, tucks her under his arm like she weighs nothing, carries her down the dark hallway while she hides her grin in the curve of his throat. He tastes like sweat and salt and whiskey. She wants to lick him clean just to taste him again.
• His bed is bigger than the spare one — sheets rough, old, warm with the heat he carries like a second skin. He lays her down without letting go. Slides in behind her, their legs tangled, the hoodie bunched at her waist where he left it before he spread her open on cold stone.
• They don’t sleep. Not really.