“I want to keep things anything but professional,” he said, voice low. It thrummed somewhere deep in my stomach. “I mean, unless you want to keep things professional.” I traced my own thumbs over his palms. They curled reflexively up into my hands. “I want you to stop saying the word professional. And thinking it.” I swallowed hard. Once I said this, there was no going back. But I didn’t want to go back. “I don’t want to keep things professional. At all.” “Then we’re […]
I’d need a nap, but hey, you do you.
Best Served Hot by Amanda Elliot