Here, in the quiet of the penthouse, looking at me like I'm the only real thing in the universe, he just looks... awestruck.
"What?" I ask. "Do I have marshmallow in my hair or something?"
"No," Locke says. "You just – you look amazing, baby. You're sitting here with chocolate on your chin, wild, just-been-f****d hair, zero makeup... and you’re the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen in my life."
My heart does a slow, heavy flip in my chest. "Locke..."
"I'm serious," he says. "Any man on earth would lose his mind to have a woman like you sitting in front of his fire. You're funny, you're brave as hell, and when you're relaxed like this, just being you... it's dangerous, baby. It makes a man want to lock the door and keep you tucked away from the rest of the world forever."
I feel the h
