No, ma’am.
I don’t scare easy.
I moan when he growls, cry when he bites, and c*m when he calls me his. You think your t**s are going to make him blink when his hand is still squeezing mine?
I laughed.
Like actually laughed.
Out loud.
Not a little snort or a fake, petty giggle. No. I laughed like I had just witnessed the most insane scene of my life and my only defense mechanism was losing my s**t entirely. I could feel it bubbling up in my chest like champagne fizz and madness, and I just let it rip.
“Oh my God,” I said, breathless from laughing, one hand covering my mouth while the other clutched Damon’s shirt for balance. “You’re serious. You’re actually serious. This isn’t a prank or a bet or a hidden camera show. You really just said all of that out loud. Like, on purpose. With
